Sunday, June 17, 2007

Poem 29

My friend Rachel has asked when I would write a haiku. Since I usually disregard formal poems, I tend to resist even this approachable form. Today I have for you five non-haiku and one "real" one. Rachel, there is your haiku. I may take other requests for forms, but I do not guarantee any kind of proficiency.
For those of you who don't know, Shari's is a chain of 24-hour diner-style restaurants where a person can get breakfast, lunch, or dinner, at a reasonable price. It's somewhere between fast food and an Applebee's or Chilli's. Breakfast is my favorite.

Five Non-Haiku and a Haiku About Breakfast at Shari’s


i.
Green apron tied below
her pregnancy:
she is my server today.

ii.
A man sipping coffee
puts it down but gets none
when the waitress comes

iii.
The woman in tan
knee-highs and sandals -
a seat to watch the cars.

iv.
The strong hands of the
dishwasher, his Downs syndrome.
He sweats and stacks plates.

v.
Bacon, ham, and sausage:
three kinds of meat.
He drinks one glass of water.

vi.
The hardboiled egg -
I chip away at it now,
fingers like a beak.

1 comment:

RLW said...

If 'hardboiled' is considered three syllables, both haikus four and six could be authentic haikus, if I remember correctly what a haiku is.

I love this! I think my favorite is the one about the three different kinds of meat. You somehow managed to capture just what breakfast is really about at Shari's, although when I'm eating breakfast there it is usually noon and I am usually hungover with black makeup smeared below my eyes.

You've inspired me to begin a new collection of haikus. Thanks, Stoo!