A steam plume rises
against slate-grey fog bank-
South San Francisco.

—d. f. tweney
        

Driving north into San Francisco on highway 101, you pass through the city of South San Francisco, announced by giant white letters on a grassy hillside, which spell out the words "South San Francisco: The Industrial City." All around, light-industrial factories, shops, and warehouses confirm the truth of those words.

About the author: d. f. tweney (dft at tinywords dot com) is the publisher and chief haikuvangelist of tinywords.com. A technology journalist, he has also worked as a weed whacker, pizza chef, ESL teacher, and environmental activist, and he won the Boston Poetry Slam in 1992. He is secretly Canadian.

Responses to the haiku for 7 December 2000 by d. f. tweney

  1.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-08-30 20:09:19
     

    dft, though i wasn't there, a voice whispers, "something was missed".

    hearing the fabled pied piper's flute, the steam wavers to the heavens;

    or simply a breeze inducing the flume to shimmer, making it's way to being dissipated, a one way trip to the land of that which once was.

    then, i reread the piece and saw "plume", is this a wisp of steam, sent packing, alone



    the "slate-grey fog bank", the basket from which the cobra rises,


    the container, the plume was squeezed from, and sent aloft,


    the grey matter contained in the cranium,


    the grey area, one tries to focus in on, to no avail...

    oh well

    south (san francisco), hmmm, "a mecca of mental enhancement".

    dft, you would have been forgiven, for allowing your thoughts to improvise(interpret) just a little.


    in this piece, i see the beginning of something thought provoking, however, it's as though the artist ran out of paint, to be cont. at a later date.

  2.  
    Narayanan Raghunathan (mahashishta at hotmail dot com)
    2004-01-12 00:17:42
     

    Hello Tweney here are my responses to your city haiku.

    the night city ~
    a stream of cars flow
    into the starry sky ~

    midnight Bombay ~
    three eagles chase
    a shooting star ~

  3.  
    john tiong chunghoo (BAGIRUANG at YAHOO dot COM)
    2004-02-04 10:38:47
     

    morning fog
    newspapers roll out
    of the printing plant

  4.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2004-04-29 19:59:15
     

    field
    of yellow flowered weeds --
    sparrow stalking

    -

  5.  
    Vasile Moldovan (vasilemoldovan at yahoo dot com)
    2004-06-18 00:07:51
     

    Driving on highway
    among so many shops and warehauses
    some dry blades of grass

  6.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2004-10-31 13:41:59
     

    autumnal morning fog
    through the valley ...
    my mind stumbles

    -

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