Monthly Archives: February 2011

Haiku High: Poetry over Fattoush and Sojok

There’s nothing like authentic Lebanese mezza, white wine and old Arabic music to make anyone a poet.

An Evening in a Photo

An Evening in Haikus*:

 

We went out tonight

Smoked cigars and drank some wine

Heels clicked in the street

 

Secret spies loomed near

Oum Kulthum and Bizr El Shams

Cupcakes to follow

 

Dabbling in left

His name was “Donny Parker”**

What could it have been?

 

I feel poetic

I’m on a Haiku high… oh!

On second thought, no

 

He just knew one note

But who knows, who knows, who knows

A poodle, promised***

 

Old man eavesdropping

Mustachioed and plumpish

Drinking Almaza

 

“Let’s go Dima

It’s time to get a cupcake

Have you paid the bill?”

 

*Haikus are a Japanese form of poetry made up of 17 syllables, divided into three lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables.

** The name was changed to keep anonymity and mystery

*** Was originally “A dog was promised” but was changed under a poetic license. The comma was added for clarification. Indeed, the poodle made no promise.

 

Poems written by Dima Matta and Marjorie Gourlay – “You are my horizontal”

06/02/11 – At Barometre Restaurant