“First”
Wasn't in that day
stranded broke in Portadown
wrote one anyway
(14:05)

“Unexpected Winds”
Winds snatch hat away
she pursues and picks it up
keeps calm and carries on
(15:12)

“In Belfast Rain”
In Belfast rain
girl writes haiku in the street
paint stained hidden poet
(15:14)

“Death of the Machine”
On Loughview sliproad
three seven zero breaks down
passengers still on
(16:20)

NB: I've been led to believe (by the Internet, durr hurr) that 'haikku' is the plural of 'haiku'. If someone here knows better, feel free to correct me!

I wrote this on the bus to Belfast this morning. It's my attempt at improving on the two villanelles I'd written earlier, in which I chose my rhyme scheme and repeating lines, then built a poem around it. It's not perfect, but I feel it's a hell of a lot better. It's biographical in nature and won't take a genius to figure out! As for my other two villanelles, I love the central themes to them, so I'd love to rewrite them in future.

Even though you're far away

Even though you're far away
with distance set to last a while
I fall for you again each day.

And every day you mend the pain
In phone calls, photos, glimpse your smile
your laugh; the things you say.

I love your heart, your soul, the way
you resonate across the miles.
I love your laugh; the things you say.

Between us, even though there's rain
and months of parting at a time,
I fall for you again each day.

Before us, even though there's pain
it's due to pass; it won't defy
I hear your laugh, the things you say.

Those months will pass, those years won't stay
like winter when spring finds its time;
I'll have your laugh, the things you say.
I fall for you again each day.