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Issue #154, Mt. Sanitas, Boulder. Haiku by: Sara Benson, Krista Morien, Susan Evans, Sanjay Rajan, David Harper, Patrick Lynn, Jonathan Machen, with virtual haiku from Ana Lamarque, Amanda Morris Johnson and Suzanne Arthur. Photographs by Jonathan.
3/14/10
wet and delicious
yet some would describe this day
as sad and soggy
after all had finally
gathered - bubbling of
conversation
water drops..
on pine needles
..sweet licks
in a warm car
a rainy hour seemed crazy
now wet, i long for more
spring snow..
in slush
..paw prints
evergreen fingers
beads of rain
at the tips
new boots
warm and dry
not nearly as comforting
as the old ones
at the tip of each
pine needle, a sky-colored
drop of melted snow
spring snow
teardrops line up on a
willow branch
pants loose..
sense on it's edge
..my crack
sticky chewy sweet
deliciousness of last years
rose hips
late winter snow storm
obscures the hospital where
my old friend died friday
cloudy light
brilliant reflection in
half-frozen droplets of water
wet fox smell
curious unseen eyes
through the raindrops
absolutely silent
until it hits our world
gentle spring snow
they're here to celebrate
and a little spring snow
doesn't dampen their spirits
deeper..
soil red
..rain springs
new growth..
on each tree
…water drops
grateful for these friends
who seem the same 10 years past
weird, true and gritty
portable roof
each snowflake sharp and bright
on my raincoat
wet spring earth
all of the soil's breathing holes
in sharp relief
neon yellow lichen
looks ready to sprout legs
on this moist afternoon
hush..
in this silence
..foot loose
chimney smoke
wool socks, rosy cheeks
pinewood scent
fresh tracks
i am here
warm pockets
snowflakes raining down
on dry grasses and warm soil
colorado spring
hour lost..
to something elsewhere
..cricket fever
dry fennel..
beauty on its tips
..water drops
through ambivalence
thick with fog and warm comforts
my friend's voice pulls me
to a new parent
quiet is like an ocean
waves of peace abide
startled..
by my haiku moment
..magpie shrieks
green shoots
see their fate
in brown stalks
for those walking alone
our voices ebb and flow
human symphony
matted grass
persistent winter
and fresh snow
young kids yelling,
"it's the best birthday ever",
tromp the muddy path
weekly news..
in its trash
..my haikus
nobody here
but us haiku poets
and soggy lichen
lost
on another hillside
time to rejoice
chirping junkos flit
in triplet down the trail
as i walk towards them
distant steps..
i hear mindful
..a haiku poet
fanny pack sliding
down my hips feels like
heavily loaded diaper
wet dog at my feet
he remembers my scent
a pungent friendship
even my mind
is slowly being erased
by this spring snow
neon green
lichen branches
pinecone disco
now that i've finally
found my friends i can escape
into solitude
*****
skiing on a rink of ice
then feathery snow
relief or delight? - ana lamarque
spring battled today
hobbled to a win with sleet,
rain-slicked tiles and streets - amanda morris johnson
grays curled up faster
than the original browns
hot-iron straight lost - amanda morris johnson
aerated lawns breathe
nubs of soil look like dog poop
prepaid greenery - amanda morris johnson
toes cold as winter
but thin cotton socks and soaked
leather belie spring - amanda morris johnson
Kids toss a football
in the street
below the graveyard - suzanne arthur
Rainy afternoon
Riverside cemetery
is empty above the ground - suzanne arthur
Gravestone boasts family names
and "Our motto: Work"
Too bad. Look where it got them. - suzanne arthur
3/14/10
wet and delicious
yet some would describe this day
as sad and soggy
after all had finally
gathered - bubbling of
conversation
water drops..
on pine needles
..sweet licks
in a warm car
a rainy hour seemed crazy
now wet, i long for more
spring snow..
in slush
..paw prints
evergreen fingers
beads of rain
at the tips
new boots
warm and dry
not nearly as comforting
as the old ones
at the tip of each
pine needle, a sky-colored
drop of melted snow
spring snow
teardrops line up on a
willow branch
pants loose..
sense on it's edge
..my crack
sticky chewy sweet
deliciousness of last years
rose hips
late winter snow storm
obscures the hospital where
my old friend died friday
cloudy light
brilliant reflection in
half-frozen droplets of water
wet fox smell
curious unseen eyes
through the raindrops
absolutely silent
until it hits our world
gentle spring snow
they're here to celebrate
and a little spring snow
doesn't dampen their spirits
deeper..
soil red
..rain springs
new growth..
on each tree
…water drops
grateful for these friends
who seem the same 10 years past
weird, true and gritty
portable roof
each snowflake sharp and bright
on my raincoat
wet spring earth
all of the soil's breathing holes
in sharp relief
neon yellow lichen
looks ready to sprout legs
on this moist afternoon
hush..
in this silence
..foot loose
chimney smoke
wool socks, rosy cheeks
pinewood scent
fresh tracks
i am here
warm pockets
snowflakes raining down
on dry grasses and warm soil
colorado spring
hour lost..
to something elsewhere
..cricket fever
dry fennel..
beauty on its tips
..water drops
through ambivalence
thick with fog and warm comforts
my friend's voice pulls me
to a new parent
quiet is like an ocean
waves of peace abide
startled..
by my haiku moment
..magpie shrieks
green shoots
see their fate
in brown stalks
for those walking alone
our voices ebb and flow
human symphony
matted grass
persistent winter
and fresh snow
young kids yelling,
"it's the best birthday ever",
tromp the muddy path
weekly news..
in its trash
..my haikus
nobody here
but us haiku poets
and soggy lichen
lost
on another hillside
time to rejoice
chirping junkos flit
in triplet down the trail
as i walk towards them
distant steps..
i hear mindful
..a haiku poet
fanny pack sliding
down my hips feels like
heavily loaded diaper
wet dog at my feet
he remembers my scent
a pungent friendship
even my mind
is slowly being erased
by this spring snow
neon green
lichen branches
pinecone disco
now that i've finally
found my friends i can escape
into solitude
*****
skiing on a rink of ice
then feathery snow
relief or delight? - ana lamarque
spring battled today
hobbled to a win with sleet,
rain-slicked tiles and streets - amanda morris johnson
grays curled up faster
than the original browns
hot-iron straight lost - amanda morris johnson
aerated lawns breathe
nubs of soil look like dog poop
prepaid greenery - amanda morris johnson
toes cold as winter
but thin cotton socks and soaked
leather belie spring - amanda morris johnson
Kids toss a football
in the street
below the graveyard - suzanne arthur
Rainy afternoon
Riverside cemetery
is empty above the ground - suzanne arthur
Gravestone boasts family names
and "Our motto: Work"
Too bad. Look where it got them. - suzanne arthur
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen