Friday, November 21, 2008

Haiku Week! Airplane Edition

Whirring props cut wind.
I grasp the armrests, breath deep
and choke on your Brut.

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7 Comments:

Blogger SkylersDad said...

I had to cheat to find this one:

Low-flying airplane.
Four nervous friends glance upward:
This time no bombs fall.

Friday, November 21, 2008 4:27:00 PM

 
Blogger deadspot said...

Box, circle, and box,
Amid the shrinking houses,
Says my tribe was here.

(My flying ritual is to look for soccer fields as we climb away from the airport and as we come in for a landing. I almost blogged about it earlier this week.)

Friday, November 21, 2008 4:50:00 PM

 
Blogger Some Guy said...

Lavatory door:
It says you're occupado
but I gotta go!

Friday, November 21, 2008 7:51:00 PM

 
Blogger Cormac Brown said...

Brilliant, that!

Saturday, November 22, 2008 10:29:00 AM

 
Blogger Jenny Jenny Flannery said...

We:
you found a treasure
Three lines of strong visuals
I got the shivers.

deadspot:
lovely and wistful
It sounds like a good story
I can read your mind

Some guy:
ha! That was funny
you have your finger on the
pulse of travellers

Cormac: thanks!

Sunday, November 23, 2008 9:58:00 AM

 
Blogger Jenny Jenny Flannery said...

Skylers dad, that first comment above is for you.

Sunday, November 23, 2008 10:00:00 AM

 
Blogger Doc said...

I used to wear Brut
Mom bought me some for Christmas
Back when I was ten

Monday, November 24, 2008 9:44:00 AM

 

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