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Train station
A haiku
train station —
the dark side
of the voice
—
The station hums with passing lives, each announcement cutting cleanly through the waiting air. Yet beneath the practised calm of the voice, something colder seems to linger, stripped of warmth by repetition and distance. In that metallic echo, even ordinary words begin to feel slightly untethered from the people they address.
First published on NaHaiWriMo.
Curious how these small moments become haiku? I’ve written a short guide called The Three-Minute Haiku System, which shows a simple way to turn an observation into a draft haiku in just a few minutes.






