Haiku

‎”The haiku reproduces the designating gesture of the child pointing at whatever it is (the haiku shows no partiality for the subject), merely saying: that!” — Roland Barthes

By the above defining stricture, you may judge that certain of these things inscribed here are not haiku, but rather  sentiments expressed in units of language three short lines long. You may be quite right in your assessment.  I leave that up to you, as I do your evaluation of the sincerity with which I present them.

Several of them refer to pictures (ID’d by their names on my machine). I hope eventually to post.
– pf 6/24/12

 

autumn rain on roof

joins the rhythm

her heart

9/23/10

 

Immersion in winter’s

sacred stream

the underside of clouds

9/26/10

– on seeing the reflection of low clouds in a lake

 

beneath the road’s

earthy surface, yet another

unexplored universe

9/27/10

– on seeing a still puddle in the road

 

Autumn sunshine

I hope your day is as

beautiful as you

9/29/10

 

bright autumn aspens

spaced amidst august pines

taking notes

10/9/10

 

bright yellow aspens

spaced amidst august pines

taking notes

10/9/10

 

Each day’s first sun

reveals thinner branches atop

my ancient oak

10/16/10

 

blind as I am

I know your great beauty

[it warms me like the sun]

warming joy

 

Even on a gloomy morning like this, the fall woods glows around me in soft elegance, and I think about you.

10/27/10

 

blind as I am

I know your great beauty

the warming joy

10/27/10

 

Autumn sunrise

top of my old oak

now bare

10/27/10

 

My cat sleeps, snoring

lightly on my wrists

as I type

10/28/10

 

autumn sunrise

every day new branches

bare atop my old oak

11/3/10

 

each autumn sunrise

more empty black branches

atop my ancient oak

11/3/10

 

blind as I am

I know your great beauty

a shining joy within me

11/5/10

 

thanksgiving family planning –

being trampled by

a hundred pussycats

11/18/10

 

thanksgiving planning –

trampled by

a thousand kittens

11/18/10

 

Blazing patches fade

across a wide valley

brown oak leaves rustle

11/29/10

 

hold out facing north

the yaks will come

next season

12/8/10

 

on the football fields

just behind the frigid winds

come the yaks

12/8/10

 

drive-by

check in

love-in-a-basket

– for Megan

1/14/11

 

‎windless wintry mix

within bark-covered heartwood

spring begins

1/19/11

 

Dog and I come in

finished playing in the foot-high snow,

Cat remains,

looking for the bird she heard

1/30/11

– this is called something other than ‘haiku’, but I don’t know what

 

odd woman

what heels did you choose

for walking on the beach

– for Megan

1/30/11

 

His swallowing

propels the jellyfish

through its medium [life]

2/3/11

 

Peristolysis

propels the jellyfish

through its medium

2/3/11

 

His swallow reflex

propels the jellyfish

[through his life]

ever forward

2/3/11

 

[A birthday quote (Feb.14) “The art of life lies in a constant readjustment to our surroundings.” – Kakuzo Okakura (1862 – 1913) from “The Book of Tea” (1906)]

 

Crow flower

sprung up overnight

through the cornfields’ snow

– for Trudy

2/16/11

 

hard long winter

bare unfrozen branches

joyous spring

3/8/11

 

Driveway

dust packed shiny hard yields

a yellow crocus

3/12/11

 

bright direct sun

pierces the filmy cloud

faint spring forest colors

3/22/11

 

Bright direct sun

pierces the filmy forest

first spring colors

11/17/11

 

light rain outside

falling in single drops

cat purring softly

4/5/11

 

Florida breezes

smells of a spring harbor

long remembered

4/10/11

 

————————

seated on my park bench

an ancient form’s shadow falls

how can I not smile?

4/25/11

 

Made of stones that

once were bones and shells

chapel passing through

5/31/11

– on seeing an ancient limestone chapel

St. Mary The Virgin, Kingston Deverill, Wiltshire : April 2011

 

Floating on my back

They urge me

powerful clouds

7/10/11

– for Jackie Gardner

 

This picture

love at first sight

why didn’t I say so?

8/1/11

– ZA’s train waiting room

Smooth metal shines dully

crazed by her acid lips

near a corner

8/4/11

– response to ZA’s :

“hot off the press

of a cold zinc plate

her etched lips”

 

followed by:

“once smooth metal

crazed by her acid lips

shines dully”

and her comment:

” Nice concept, too much info! Show not tell, here and now, and we have an urban ku, or rather, senryu :)”

[deleted “burned ” in 3rd line]

 

Smooth cool metal

crazed by her acid lips

shines dully

 

added title: “etching”

– fb/Haiku

 

Smooth cool metal

shines dully –

crazed by her acid lips

– ZA

8/4/11

 

Nerve tree in the cold

sister’s garden: grow quickly,

precious myelin!

– to ZA in SA

8/10/11

 

Unkknown stars

burst into constellations –

familiar Moon

– to ZA 8/17/11

in response to communication from the Southern Hemisphere

 

Beat your head against the sidewalk

Stay til the cops drag you away

Don’t let the sun catch you crying

– found 10/13/11

 

Strong limpet

holding rock mother

sea washes over them both

– for ZA 10/27/11

 

Don’t let the bastards

get you down –

Every dawn

– found, 10/27/11

 

Winter stars unchanging

haven’t been where we see them

for years now

11/3/11

 

Dog, breathing deeply,

sleeps; cat in a doorway preens –

rain-filled autumn day

11/16/11

 

I am a crossing point

ten thousand forces meet here –

where am I?

11/18/11

 

I am a crossing point

ten thousand forces

interact

11/18/11

 

Among bare branches

a single bird sings once

then flies silently

12/2/11

 

suddenly unable

to embrace an impossiblity –

frozen in alarm

12/11/11

 

Winter’s shortest day

rare sunlight – brief period

the dream of a bear

12/22/11

 

Winter’s shortest day

first sunshine I’ve seen

in weeks.

12/22/11

 

Winter’s shortest day

first sunshine I’ve seen in weeks

the dream of a bear

12/22/11

 

Does it feel strange, You

in summer, me in winter

seeing the same moon?

1/8/12, ZA in mind

 

Spirals of footsteps

in deep pools of ancient water

I see them

 

Spirals of footsteps

in ancient pools very deep

Why am I not surprised?

 

They come round again

Footsteps in ancient water

spiral to the top

 

Spiral footsteps

in deep ancient water

they come round again

1/29/12

 

Tree branches form

in curls within coils

life expands its self

2/16/12

 

I enter

a still emptiness

echoes linger and fade

2/24/12

 

O mysterious wraith

Do you think you can hide in darkness

radiant as you are?

2/24/12

 

Twenty one songs

rotate their ears at season-change –

one of these stops them

3/1/12

 

Breathless and alone

feeling as though I should burst

between galaxies

4/5/12

 

This same piano

Strauss wrote “The Flying Dutchman”

on July pack ice

 

No strings remain

inside on the soundboard

a well-used crow’s nest

 

From a window, a projection

on the mist of endless dawn

a rose’s benediction

4/15/12

– za’s picture “Dali’s Piano”

 

[ZA had posted this:

hoarse-voiced plover

get in tune

with the others!

-Issa, 1815]

 

My mundane world

reduced; spring, soft colors and scents

beauty filtered and distilled

4/17/12

 

Balanced on a breath

your heart cupped in my hand

all my care weightless

4/19/12

 

My garden thrums

alive as a ballerina

I feel it through my feet

 

Alive as a hawk

My garden pulses and breathes

eager, yet relaxed

 

I feel my garden

throb, alive as a deer

life pulses through it

 

Alive as a deer

my garden pulses and breathes

I feel it through my feet

– 4 versions

4/19/12

 

Cricket

sleeps in the rain

nearby

5/1/12

 

Silent cricket waits

under a fallen leaf nearby

listening to rain

5/1/12

 

Old horse in spring

his last summer is coming

warm winds will cover him

5/11/12

– w zaOldHorse.jpg

 

No wind blows this dawn

the swallow’s simging stops

near leafless season

5/15/12

– w zaYellowLeaves.jpg

 

Diamond jubilee –

sweet little old lady rules

in my granny’s name

6/3/12

As I watched the boats on the Thames Sunday, all I could think was that my Grandmother’s name was Elizabeth, and that she had loved her children’s spouses unconditionally.

 

I’d love to see

in all that craze of fireworks

your face, smiling…

6/8/12

 

I saw I would love

you as long as I could love.

now quite long ago

6/24/12

 

chord of here and now
summer wind by ghetto rooms
Dick Gregory’s voice.
8/19/17
in memoriam

 

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