National Haiku Writing Month

February 3, 2016

ISEPTAPHILLY

Updated on February 29, 2016

Did you know that it's National Haiku Writing Month???? 

...we didn't either, ISEPTAPHILLYers. 

But that's okay! Because while time waits for no man, we think that haikus, well, are a little more patient. 

So even though we missed NaHaiWriMo's Kickoff Carnival (there was a kickoff carnival, right?), we figured there was no time like the present to begin our SEPTA haikus . 

Your Favorite Seat

Riding SEPTA home

On the Market-Frankford Line

Best seat on the train

 

Trolley Tuesday

Rails under the streets

Bring boroughs to city blocks

On and underground

 

 

William Penn Wednesday

Blue tracks east and west

Of his silent guard. Orange

Connects north and south

 

 

The Perks of a Public Transportation

Snarled traffic slows

the wheels to a halt. But I'm 

enjoying my book. 

 

 

Friday Night Lights

Happy hour to

After hours. Luckily

The El runs all night!

 

 

Bus to Bus Transfer

Connecting dots of

City spots while watching through

The window, streets pass.

 

 

40th Street Portal

The dark cave swallows

Those heading east. The westbound

Welcome the sunlight

 

 

Dilworth to Suburban

Stairs between glass lead

To coffee smells, token clinks,

Rails that bind the town

 

MFL to BSL

Concourse keeps us dry

On route to the Broad Street Line.

Underground, we wait.

 

 

Route 45 Bus

Quickest way from South

Philly to the Convention

Center. Got tokens?

 

 

Eastbound and Hungry

Blue seats, love letters

From west to old. Cheesesteaks with

Views of Penn’s Landing.

 

 

Suburban Station

Crisscrossing lines run

Beneath coffee vendors and

Hallway musicians.

 

 

Dilworth Park, A Temporary Home

All you need is love

And a ride to work and home.

In luck, we have both!

 

 

Rainy Subway Blues

A cold railing with

The roar of approaching train.

Down the stairs – running!

 

 

Leap Day

An extra day for

Window gazing on spring-like

Afternoon train rides.

 

 

So what is it about SEPTA that speaks to you? Do you find beauty in derelict abandoned stations? Do you like the quiet rumbling of the underground? Do you prefer being elevated above West Philly, or catching connecting buses to all corners of our metropolis, or riding the [Regional] Rails out to our region's sprawl? 

There's poetry in everything. And in 2,184 square miles of SEPTA's service region and 400,000 average weekday riders, that poetry is endless. 

So tell us - what about our system speaks to you? What is your SEPTA haiku?