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Issue #170, Walden Ponds, Boulder CO, 11-10-18 Haiku: Susan Evans, Sara Benson, Patrick Lynn, Jonathan Machen Photos: Jonathan Machen
the human voices
speak of screams and hushed desires
i prefer silence
blue lake, sun and breeze
in the midst of mental angst
evokes sanity
ringing of my ears
presages tomorrow’s snow
and temperature dip
trees moving through time
on a much slower scale
than me and my friends are
walking on the path
he whistles joyfully - as
if he were alone.
camoflaged birder
concealing his camera lens
with pictures of leaves
warm before the chill
of the expected snowfall
later in the day
walden pond autumn
monochromatic landscape
except for sky-blue
hard to think of
these leafless trees
as anything but old
mind slowing down
with each cloud, blade of grass and barely
hanging there, leaf
body craves the earth
each step loving the
patches of uneven ground
dry cattails rustle
where i once
watched a heron
swallow a carp
these paths have nourished
my soul many times.
today i find a new path
when the left side
is warm
i turn around
and start on the right
Joanne Odasz
mother, friend, adventurer
now, words on a bench
what a great relief
to sit and pay attention
dry thistles and geese
clothed in camouflage
he uses his camera
to hunt wild beauty
when i crest the hill
dozens of ducks
start paddling away
our biggest concern -
the number of gadwals
here at the ponds
birders with bird books,
haiku-ers with haiku books
collecting bird-ku
before the snow
this sunshine
almost too much
rhythmic submerging
of ring-necked ducks as they bob
and dive for munchies
taking into my body
through my palm
the warmth of this stone
the boardwalk of life
across the prickly marsh
becons me to cross
when this tree rots
away to nothing
will the path still
go around it?
sitting on the dock
watching the dance of dry reeds
i choose deep stillness
decaying turtle
on the shoreline of bass pond
peaceful in the sun
the human voices
speak of screams and hushed desires
i prefer silence
blue lake, sun and breeze
in the midst of mental angst
evokes sanity
ringing of my ears
presages tomorrow’s snow
and temperature dip
trees moving through time
on a much slower scale
than me and my friends are
walking on the path
he whistles joyfully - as
if he were alone.
camoflaged birder
concealing his camera lens
with pictures of leaves
warm before the chill
of the expected snowfall
later in the day
walden pond autumn
monochromatic landscape
except for sky-blue
hard to think of
these leafless trees
as anything but old
mind slowing down
with each cloud, blade of grass and barely
hanging there, leaf
body craves the earth
each step loving the
patches of uneven ground
dry cattails rustle
where i once
watched a heron
swallow a carp
these paths have nourished
my soul many times.
today i find a new path
when the left side
is warm
i turn around
and start on the right
Joanne Odasz
mother, friend, adventurer
now, words on a bench
what a great relief
to sit and pay attention
dry thistles and geese
clothed in camouflage
he uses his camera
to hunt wild beauty
when i crest the hill
dozens of ducks
start paddling away
our biggest concern -
the number of gadwals
here at the ponds
birders with bird books,
haiku-ers with haiku books
collecting bird-ku
before the snow
this sunshine
almost too much
rhythmic submerging
of ring-necked ducks as they bob
and dive for munchies
taking into my body
through my palm
the warmth of this stone
the boardwalk of life
across the prickly marsh
becons me to cross
when this tree rots
away to nothing
will the path still
go around it?
sitting on the dock
watching the dance of dry reeds
i choose deep stillness
decaying turtle
on the shoreline of bass pond
peaceful in the sun
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drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen