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Issue #157, Chautauqua, Boulder, January 30, 2011. Haiku by: Jonathan Machen, Patrick Lynn, Sanjay Rajan, Sara Benson, Susan Evans.
flatirons.
here..
rest inconsequential
change
you can sink your teeth into
weather, not geology
sweet trail chatter
non-stop fantasy
the joy of childhood
no satisfaction
of sleep after
keith richard's biography
wandering through weeds
reminded that form follows function
warm winter day
my friend jonathan
now a father of two children
still writing haiku
ribbon of road
trampled into submission
by people and dogs
sharp rock jutting
into my crack - better find
another place to sit
there - sitting quietly
in the place i wanted to
sit quietly
january thaw
occasional chirps
hint at coming spring
reaching into my
soft pocket and feeling a
rose quartz crystal heart
walking along the path
beyond reason or defense
i'm just happy
grey, green and yellow
age old lichen carpet
softening the rock
not afraid to leave
my footprint -
corn snow in january
the trail less travelled
my haiku
unraveled
treading
where i ought not
through mountain mahogany
stoppin' the tweets
comin' from cairo
engulfed in 'ku
loosening my guilt
with every step
sinking into the trail
slow.
sinking in
afternoon beauty
black.
out of place..
men
if i slow down
will i stop thinking in metaphor
and just see mud and snow?
half way to spring
calmly and quietly
waiting
paleo-suspects
rounding out dino-show
in community house
been walking two days
to the woods and thru china
boy puffs at trailhead
celestial weeds
interrupted by
red plastic thing
dogs,
errant haiku
must be reined in
love beyond reason
four-legged annie oakley
my new family
patch of grey snow
napping in a hollow
surrounded by sun-colored wheat
the sun comes out
revealing the bizarre shadows
stretched out across the field
flatirons.
here..
rest inconsequential
change
you can sink your teeth into
weather, not geology
sweet trail chatter
non-stop fantasy
the joy of childhood
no satisfaction
of sleep after
keith richard's biography
wandering through weeds
reminded that form follows function
warm winter day
my friend jonathan
now a father of two children
still writing haiku
ribbon of road
trampled into submission
by people and dogs
sharp rock jutting
into my crack - better find
another place to sit
there - sitting quietly
in the place i wanted to
sit quietly
january thaw
occasional chirps
hint at coming spring
reaching into my
soft pocket and feeling a
rose quartz crystal heart
walking along the path
beyond reason or defense
i'm just happy
grey, green and yellow
age old lichen carpet
softening the rock
not afraid to leave
my footprint -
corn snow in january
the trail less travelled
my haiku
unraveled
treading
where i ought not
through mountain mahogany
stoppin' the tweets
comin' from cairo
engulfed in 'ku
loosening my guilt
with every step
sinking into the trail
slow.
sinking in
afternoon beauty
black.
out of place..
men
if i slow down
will i stop thinking in metaphor
and just see mud and snow?
half way to spring
calmly and quietly
waiting
paleo-suspects
rounding out dino-show
in community house
been walking two days
to the woods and thru china
boy puffs at trailhead
celestial weeds
interrupted by
red plastic thing
dogs,
errant haiku
must be reined in
love beyond reason
four-legged annie oakley
my new family
patch of grey snow
napping in a hollow
surrounded by sun-colored wheat
the sun comes out
revealing the bizarre shadows
stretched out across the field
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen