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Issue #152, Green Mountain Cemetery, Boulder, April 26, 2009. Haiku by: Patrick Lynn, Krista Morien, Susan Evans, David Harper, Sara Benson and Jonathan Machen. Photos by Jonathan
orderly headstones
belie the randomness
of death
a mourner's search
carved haphazard paths
in the slope above
a red-breasted robin
pokes the grave
in search of worms
mary mcnaught
did not die for naught
here she lies next to george
in the cemetery
we share our stories of death
and feel more alive
shy in our presence
woman slowly walks from her
car to the gravestone
even in death
communities of relatives
rest close to their kin
even death
dominating the earth
city of gravestones
plastic daisies
immune to death
and life
the cypress tree
neatly manicured
bespeaks loving remembrance
dandelion rebel
on a manicured lawn
dandelion wins
encased in a marble
and concrete bunker, forever
safe from the earth
the ego lives on
in row after row of gravestones
city of lost souls
2 years, 4 years
10 years, 90 years
portrayal of human struggle
graveyard
not much happening here
just birds and sunshine
hawk dance
against a rain cloud
talon serenade
manicured wetness
of cemetery meeting
bushy grass hillside
fake flowers
and a framed television ad
adorning the couple's grave
among the plastic
indestructible blossoms
irises wither
if alma here rose from
her grave, she'd probably
think my ballpoint
was pretty nifty
life everlasting
in a stone mausoleum
this is the promise
new twilight lets her
curtain down and pins it
with a star - Ruth Ann Robbins
looking for big al
trying to remember
where I saw him last
at the cemetery
leftover easter bouquets
and the smell of weed killer
unopened beer
next to a gravestone with
plastic cars, soldiers
cemetery air
thick with fertilizer
my lungs gasping
plumes of fertilizer
waft from the entrance
to the cemetery
pesticides
add to deathly vibe
at cemetery
basking in the sun
above the cemetery
a songbird warbles
rocks holding grief
are left behind by loved ones
resting on tombstones
granite slab
name and date etched
into forever
ten-minute pause
and i notice
the beetles' buzz
the unraveling
of significant stories
dark clouds billowing
beyond the graveyard
startled by a real flower
dying spring bloom
not able to sense
the concentration
of death karma below
equipped with everything
except for a mailbox
stone mausoleum
honeysuckle breeze
a bee waivers as
a branch sways
bare
bare
bare
covered with a zillion fresh leaves
bare
bare
bare
all lots, crypts or niches
shall be suspect to the
conditions, rules, and regulations herein
sitting
my kneecaps get so hot
i have to scratch them
a meadowlark's song
through the barbed-wire fence
and beyond
and this trail here
leads to what will always
be the mushroom trip hill
wild mountain lands
carefully fenced out
to keep the dead safe
coughing up phlegm
i wonder about
graveyard etiquette
remembering
our life is just a nanosecond
with stones left behind
orderly headstones
belie the randomness
of death
a mourner's search
carved haphazard paths
in the slope above
a red-breasted robin
pokes the grave
in search of worms
mary mcnaught
did not die for naught
here she lies next to george
in the cemetery
we share our stories of death
and feel more alive
shy in our presence
woman slowly walks from her
car to the gravestone
even in death
communities of relatives
rest close to their kin
even death
dominating the earth
city of gravestones
plastic daisies
immune to death
and life
the cypress tree
neatly manicured
bespeaks loving remembrance
dandelion rebel
on a manicured lawn
dandelion wins
encased in a marble
and concrete bunker, forever
safe from the earth
the ego lives on
in row after row of gravestones
city of lost souls
2 years, 4 years
10 years, 90 years
portrayal of human struggle
graveyard
not much happening here
just birds and sunshine
hawk dance
against a rain cloud
talon serenade
manicured wetness
of cemetery meeting
bushy grass hillside
fake flowers
and a framed television ad
adorning the couple's grave
among the plastic
indestructible blossoms
irises wither
if alma here rose from
her grave, she'd probably
think my ballpoint
was pretty nifty
life everlasting
in a stone mausoleum
this is the promise
new twilight lets her
curtain down and pins it
with a star - Ruth Ann Robbins
looking for big al
trying to remember
where I saw him last
at the cemetery
leftover easter bouquets
and the smell of weed killer
unopened beer
next to a gravestone with
plastic cars, soldiers
cemetery air
thick with fertilizer
my lungs gasping
plumes of fertilizer
waft from the entrance
to the cemetery
pesticides
add to deathly vibe
at cemetery
basking in the sun
above the cemetery
a songbird warbles
rocks holding grief
are left behind by loved ones
resting on tombstones
granite slab
name and date etched
into forever
ten-minute pause
and i notice
the beetles' buzz
the unraveling
of significant stories
dark clouds billowing
beyond the graveyard
startled by a real flower
dying spring bloom
not able to sense
the concentration
of death karma below
equipped with everything
except for a mailbox
stone mausoleum
honeysuckle breeze
a bee waivers as
a branch sways
bare
bare
bare
covered with a zillion fresh leaves
bare
bare
bare
all lots, crypts or niches
shall be suspect to the
conditions, rules, and regulations herein
sitting
my kneecaps get so hot
i have to scratch them
a meadowlark's song
through the barbed-wire fence
and beyond
and this trail here
leads to what will always
be the mushroom trip hill
wild mountain lands
carefully fenced out
to keep the dead safe
coughing up phlegm
i wonder about
graveyard etiquette
remembering
our life is just a nanosecond
with stones left behind
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen