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Issue #49. February 16, 2003. Settler's Park, Boulder, CO. Haiku Times celebrates the haiku experience. Haiku: Patrick Lynn, Krista Morien, Robert Power, Sanjay Rajan, Jonathan Machen, Sara Benson. Photographs and drawings: Jonathan Machen.
chanting 'om'
over the city sounds
hoping for some peace
brought back gradually
by rock and bark textures
the sound of water
rallies and threats of war
two birds sail between trees
beaming irridescent blue
lost in the woods now
thankful for the diversion
from thoughts and purpose
simple awareness
replacing the need to write
the perfect haiku
on this grey day
that could be one of my last
sun peeking through clouds
water shapes wander
under thin sheets of ice
covering the rock
snow on ice
in water running over rocks
imbedded in mud
reminded by this tree
of something alan watts said
about no wrong clouds
stripping away my shoes
i soak in the energy
of these weathered rocks
a woman's headband
brings back from my dream last night
a man with one eye
bright blue, moist, and beautiful
behind a dark leather mask
spring thaw
not so complete
ski trails in the park
sleepiness of the day
mixed with cheerful chatter
with nick and angela
creature in the rocks
gingerly makes her way down
to more solid ground
oh for the days when
i crawled around my neighborhood
spying through a pink plastic
tampon applicator
crossing paths
my shoe imprints
deeper than his paws
bundle of colors
against the rocky ledge
haiku poet meditates
days fuse together
february sun surrounds
sirens, barking dogs
silver lake ditch
holding a lot of silver
this season's snow
above and below
the constant rush of traffic
clear voices of birds
snow and mud slip, slide
and i join in the muddled
mess, beneath the sun
hard to write haiku
when frank zappa melodies
jangle in my brain
fresh moist fragrant smells
still linger on dormant plants
beneath the grey sky
my footprints
replace so many others
marks on melting snow
the sky suggests snow
and the pine mist scents my lips
reminding of tossed lingerie
and a moist sunrise
fuzzy mind, fuzzy heart
not sure where i belong
amidst car noise and red rock
i take the right path
crossing low on the hillside
dogs bark and birds sing
not as steady
as i have once been-
rock climbing in the park
the trees' deep wrinkles
make it seem even more still
by this empty stream
red rocks
weathered with time
still very majestic
the only things alive
in this muted winter landscape
chartruse lichen and me
drawing attention
to myself again wishing i were
invisible again
an elf in the rock
surreptitiously drawing
the red scenery
winter afternoon
finding it hard to picture
what spring will look like
how does nature do it?
ever growing and changing
while staying the same
waiting the quiet
in spite of the roar of cars
it settles within
agave green garden
guards the ground from crabby magpies
while the snow melts
bagel and hummus
i am full of it
time to take a dump
chanting 'om'
over the city sounds
hoping for some peace
brought back gradually
by rock and bark textures
the sound of water
rallies and threats of war
two birds sail between trees
beaming irridescent blue
lost in the woods now
thankful for the diversion
from thoughts and purpose
simple awareness
replacing the need to write
the perfect haiku
on this grey day
that could be one of my last
sun peeking through clouds
water shapes wander
under thin sheets of ice
covering the rock
snow on ice
in water running over rocks
imbedded in mud
reminded by this tree
of something alan watts said
about no wrong clouds
stripping away my shoes
i soak in the energy
of these weathered rocks
a woman's headband
brings back from my dream last night
a man with one eye
bright blue, moist, and beautiful
behind a dark leather mask
spring thaw
not so complete
ski trails in the park
sleepiness of the day
mixed with cheerful chatter
with nick and angela
creature in the rocks
gingerly makes her way down
to more solid ground
oh for the days when
i crawled around my neighborhood
spying through a pink plastic
tampon applicator
crossing paths
my shoe imprints
deeper than his paws
bundle of colors
against the rocky ledge
haiku poet meditates
days fuse together
february sun surrounds
sirens, barking dogs
silver lake ditch
holding a lot of silver
this season's snow
above and below
the constant rush of traffic
clear voices of birds
snow and mud slip, slide
and i join in the muddled
mess, beneath the sun
hard to write haiku
when frank zappa melodies
jangle in my brain
fresh moist fragrant smells
still linger on dormant plants
beneath the grey sky
my footprints
replace so many others
marks on melting snow
the sky suggests snow
and the pine mist scents my lips
reminding of tossed lingerie
and a moist sunrise
fuzzy mind, fuzzy heart
not sure where i belong
amidst car noise and red rock
i take the right path
crossing low on the hillside
dogs bark and birds sing
not as steady
as i have once been-
rock climbing in the park
the trees' deep wrinkles
make it seem even more still
by this empty stream
red rocks
weathered with time
still very majestic
the only things alive
in this muted winter landscape
chartruse lichen and me
drawing attention
to myself again wishing i were
invisible again
an elf in the rock
surreptitiously drawing
the red scenery
winter afternoon
finding it hard to picture
what spring will look like
how does nature do it?
ever growing and changing
while staying the same
waiting the quiet
in spite of the roar of cars
it settles within
agave green garden
guards the ground from crabby magpies
while the snow melts
bagel and hummus
i am full of it
time to take a dump
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen