fast convertible
hair to the wind
fleeting summer rays
submitted on June 2, 2020 for contest FRESH HAIKU sponsored by JCB BURL - HONORABLE MENTION
Categories:
convertible, appreciation, car, freedom, summer,
Form: Haiku
hot convertible
zipping down highway
sun to the breeze
posted on April 19, 2019
Categories:
convertible, car, freedom, power, red,
Form: Haiku
red convertible
speeding along the highway
~ blur of summer past
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
convertible, car, day, hair, summer,
Form: Haiku
Four boys,
A tan convertible
A warm summers day
1968
Four boys
Drove to Missouri
For Fireworks
Across the state line
One boy
Threw his cigarette
In the air, it landed badly
In the back seat
With the fireworks
Four boys
Friendship doomed
Angry families
Blame
Rage
One ruined car
Drivers leg is broken
Angry fathers
Relieved mothers
Feelings
One boy
Guilt-ridden
Wishing he had
Been less careless
One boy
Sightless
Eye gone
Things are awful.
Mother is crying
One boy
Drafted to Viet Nam
How bad can it be?
After the car fire?
Categories:
convertible, life,
Form: Free verse
Thirty years
stuck in a basement corner cubicle
Now retirement is on a countdown approach
Seems all you can do lately
is dream about that burnt gold convertible
Going from zero to sixty in a heartbeat
gives you a sugar express rush
To bad the office years didn’t go that fast
Making coffee for the staff,
coming in first, leaving out last
kept your job safe through all of the
reorganization shuffles
You knew the corporate drill
better than you let on —
New bosses love old hired hands
People come, people go ...
so it is in business also
Dot.com fast, market share growth slow
Hedge funds looking to be trimmed,
projection for profits got a narrow window
But you don’t care much
for those company Byzantine things no more
You’re ready to flee the cubicle,
hop into the shiny new convertible —
and burn rubber ... go go go
Head for the wide open spaces,
spread your wings and soar like an eagle
Making the dream come true:
from cubicle to convertible
Categories:
convertible, car, freedom, jobs, space,
Form: Verse
Your eyes spring forth flowers from my soul.
You come to me in dreams,
And as the jogger on the street.
You haunt me as the moon haunts the night sky.
You are the ghostly promise of pure love.
A woman cries against a brick wall,
A man anxiously changes lanes in traffic,
While others kiss on the beach.
While I in dreams feel the lightness of love:
The heavy warming wonder
Slipping out from my mind and
Reaching out through
The jalousies of my bedroom.
I arise to the incoherence
Of grogged and lumbering passions.
And then I slow down,
My feet on the carpet…
The cruel, cold fabric of the world.
The warm, softened fibers of the world.
The mind’s range and scope
And bounce against the light.
Times like these I seem to burn with no purpose.
My solar space, those silvery irises,
Skin as spirit,
Love the wandering ghost.
With fishnets and convertible spaceships:
I will catch you!
Categories:
convertible, loveme,
Form: Free verse
It’s a convertible, dude
It’s a hot rod, dude
It’s red, dude
It’s a hot, hot rod
Categories:
convertible, introspection, parody, school, social,
Form: Free verse
Red dress
Dress impress
Freedom new
New pew
Fast freedom fire
Fire tire
Sky open
Open oven
Corps Vettie
Vettie Chevy
Categories:
convertible, adventure, confusion, imagination, visionary,
Form: I do not know?