Pops, or American Haiku, were a form used by Jack Kerouac that has greatly inspired me. Here are some Pops that I wrote back in 2016.
8/6
East River-bound, on deck we
soaked up grey smog
of summer morning, South Bronx.
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
Under weigh, ship rolled away
and towards New York. It
rippled river with frothy wake.
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
Straddled by hairless white legs,
we stretch our fingers
to touch, barely, Ed Koch.
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
NY spits us out, like it
always will, into
the sometimes blue-er Jersey.
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
8/7
Empty hull is tossed
by waves, and is
a wave.
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
Between here and horizon
there is only swelling
blue.
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
Between these bulkheads
there is only swelling
blue.
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
Open hull is full
of waves, and is
a wave.
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These Pops are also a part of my ongoing Diarist series here on Vocal! If you're interested, check out some of the Diarist Entries on my Sea Letters or my time working on a research vessel in Alaska. Drop a like or a tip below if you enjoyed this! Thanks for reading and supporting my work.
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