Line at the Restroom
They canoe across the lake to take a leak.
He lies flat on the pitching deck among the humpbacks.
An appreciative grunt for the SD40-2s hauling Chinese shipping containers up the mountain.
We drive through a small rainstorm that seems lost, too.
The occupant’s role is to sit still & look urgent.
In the Heel of Italy
Too hot to sleep, they call a friend in the U.S. & listen to him drink a cold beer.
43 Replies to “What we did on our summer vacations: one-line poems”
You always give these such breadth. It’s as if you set an alarm and compose each one-line poem an hour or two or three after the last previous one. So spacious, taken together.
My favorite is “Seasick.” It’s almost Eliot (whom I love).
My second favorites: “Line at the Restroom.” I love saying, “the lake to take a leak.” (And lovely iambic meter, all the way through!) “State Forest” ties for second.
Thanks for the generous evaluations, Peter. “Seasick” was the first one I wrote, posted to Identica and Twitter on Friday as a three-line haiku. I think the challenge with this sort of poem is to keep the conception as simple as possible. “Unemployed Railfan” for example tries to say too much, I think, and ends up feeling labored. I must’ve played with alternate wordings there for half an hour or more. “State Forest,” by contrast, came out fully formed after just a couple minutes’ thought.
I love ‘State Forest’.
I’ll have a go:
The Forever Beach
We lay on all the white sand, pinned flat like starfish between two vanishing points.
Nice. I am picturing a beach covered with the pale bodies of sun-starved British folk.
In the rain-dimpled surface, we saw reflections of past and future.
Wave-washed, sun-bronzed; but the one who refused to go in the water, burnt as toast.
Harbor Views, Sunset
Dragonfly wings; ships’ masts for veins.
Oooh! I like!
Forty eight summers ago, on our maiden dance, I knew I had only one left foot, but almost died to discover I had two.
Armed with magnifiers, they trace the forms of thousand-year-old letters.
Title should be “A Pennsylvania Scriptorium”…
Some of y’all take very interesting vacations!
We so want to believe in a lone swan at dusk on dusky water.
This says something about belief in general I really like, especially since one can take it in two different ways.
Long Days Before Me
Long days before me, a kingdom of green in the trees, children’s games, each time I refresh my browser.
In a house that isn’t ours, we squeeze a different life into a week.
We waited for things to happen.
How We Rock Friday Nights
End table, coffees, manga, poetry, geekery; the bookstore staff knows us almost by name.
Egg yolk sun, crumpled aluminum foil moon.
Swept the sand of a distant beach spilled from children’s shoes under the fretwork of my doormat.
This is a deep one.
Immersed in prayer and song, I yearned for my son’s high-pitched babble.
What summer vacation?
Grand prize winner! :)
For the win!
Too unwell to travel, we take chairs down to the river, sit and count the geese.
Love this…like Basho.
Yeah, Leslee can turn out a mean micropoem when she puts her mind to it.
Geez, thanks you guys!
Made a fool of myself, as usual.
BAGUIO SUMMER ON MY MIND
Skating, sailing at Burnham Park, I stole my first kiss, and carved her name on a pine tree’s lustrous bark.
Now we watch summer sunsets on porches while we play our waiting game, wondering if her name is still among the branches.
Back home, my body felt.
Breakfast with my Mother
I dreamed I would die in January or February, she said.
Double wow. Breathless.
Muggy days and evening showers – a regular pulse throbbing yearlong. What seasons?
Long nightly dog walks in the humid, fragrant air.
I don’t have to return the way I came.
Driving out into the unknown along an unpaved, dusty, desert highway cursing those who sent us and returning along that same road mocking those that didn’t follow.