In Which Carmen Hands Gmail to the Masses and Writes Haiku

[xaara]

So apparently after you've used Gmail for a certain period of time, it just up and gives you fifty invites. If you want one, just leave a comment, or IM me, or e-mail me or whatever.

I wrote these as a quick series while actually riding the Metro home from poetry class yesterday--one for the time between each stop. I ended up liking the feeling of writing on the train--it forced me to look at simple images and write without thinking carefully, which was rather liberating.

Metroverse

I.
someone's watching me;
i am watching her as well.
we both look away.

II.
conversation halts
ding: please stand clear of the doors
thank you; talk resumes

III.
wind through the tunnel
flashing lights: the train is near
remembered stale air.

IV.
his knees next to mine,
our conversation lagging,
i fall back on touch.

V.
old women gossip
as do men in fine pressed suits
though men deny it.

VI.
standing is a dance
muscles shifting in rhythms:
human meets machine.

VII.
sometimes when i write
i look up at the window
and watch my blurred face

Comments

[lady-of-winter.livejournal.com]

yeah, I have fifty. Which is just a bit odd.

Lovely haiku...-sigh-

[xaara.livejournal.com]

I know--I don't get why anyone would need fifty invites. *shrug*

Thanks. :)