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I hop across the concrete
spraying cool rainbows
I sway in the hammock
going nowhere
plastic corn snakes wait
rushing streams of sweet pink juice
drip from my elbows
© 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
My younger kids have been home this week, so I thought I’d return to haiku, imagining, foolishly, that they would take less time. Instead I’ve spent stolen hours on poems of just three (or two) lines, thinking about syllables, resonating images, verb tenses, personal pronouns, punctuation, nature, human nature, summer, and childhood. The more I read haiku and read about haiku the more I am awed by all they can do in just seventeen (or fewer) syllables.
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I watch raindrops run
down the window glass passing
all the defenders.
© 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
I love watching raindrops run down window glass. Sometimes it reminds me of soccer players running down the field. Other days it makes me think of other things. What does it make you think of?
shiny red tulip
in the tired daffodils
my sweet lollipop
© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
flaking gray-green paint
lichen creeps across granite
I clamber the hills
© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
