Carpe Diem Haiku – haiku noir

Only in stains of lipstick the echo of her bourbon voice remained.

Smoking slowly his trenchcoat pocket bulges of unused Beretta.

Despite the wet sound of rubber soles he has not yet touched his pocket.

From across the bay rolls the oily song of tugboats pushing water.

Shadows from burly men reflect the heavy sound of concrete mixing.

Swallowing harbor water he bids farewell to floodlights overhead.


With haiku-noir inspired by Jen’s prompt on Carpe Diem made me do them in American Sentences.

December 2, 2014

10 responses to “Carpe Diem Haiku – haiku noir

  1. bids farewell to floodlights overhead.

    Implying he is bent to satisfy what he desires in the safety of darkness. Certainly a good start to a mystifying plot. Great lines Bjorn!


  2. Oh — loved this, Bjorn — the bourbon voice in the lipstick, and the tugboats too. In fact, I can envision the oily sound of the tugboats as part of a Raymond Chandler novel – nicely done!

  3. A really great set. I love how the first haiku moves through the senses, from sight to sound to taste all through the single impression of lipstick.

    I think my favourite is no.3, though – so ominous but with no drama actually occurring yet.

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