Jonathan Block Haiku Poetry/title> <link href="sbcss.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" /> </head> <body id="body"> <table id="frame" align="center"> <tr> <td colspan="2" id="header"></td> </tr> <tr> <td id="menu"> <ul> <li><h2><a href="index.html"> News</a></h2></li> </ul> <ul> <li><h2><a href="discography.html"> Discography</a></h2></li> </ul> <ul> <li><h2><a href="contact.html"> Biography/Contact</a></h2></li> </ul> <ul> <li><h2><a href="http://jonathanblock.blogspot.com/"> Blog</a></h2></li> </ul> <ul> <li><h2><a href="gear.html"> Gear</a></h2></li> </ul> <ul> <li><h2><a href="poetry.html"> Poetry</a></h2></li> </ul> <ul> <li><h2><a href="links.html"> Links</a></h2></li> </ul> </td> <td id="content"> <span class="text"> <b>Haiku</b><p> <CENTER></CENTER><hr align="center" width="100%" size="1" noshade><p><br> Crickets start again<br> waters raise the afterglow<br> windows barely closed<p> <i>(6/3/09) <i> <p> Green is everywhere<br> floating shining burning eyes<br> where the mind can't go<p> <i>(6/2/09) <i> <p> A phantom target<br> stays awake by satellite<br> damp metal railing<p> <i>(5/16/09) <i> <p> Echoes point in time<br> eyes reveal real wreck<br> never manifest<p> <i>(5/16/09)<i><p> Corridor of time<br> drafty in holding patterns<br> hollow wooden chimes<p> <i>(3/4/09) <i> <p> Air equalizes<br> sleeping grass stirs toward green<br> the end finds its start<p> <i>(2/15/09) <i> <p> Terminal fills up<br> dark and gray and moving lights<br> ambient air sounds<p> <i>(2/5/09) <i> <p> Airborne and weaving<br> lights off strange geometric<br> shapes all perception<p> <i>(2/1/09) <i> <p> Light reflects the cold<br> another land turns away<br> swallows peck at dirt<p> <i>(1/20/09) <i> <p> The night looks like snow<br> against the still silver dome<br> no branches swaying<p> <i>(1/17-26/09) <i> <p> The approaching grey<br> stills dull green and dirty white<br> rumblings at dusk<p> <i>(1/06/09) <i> <p> Again falls the rain<br> a weathered skeleton gives<br> advice from the tomb<p> <i>(6/17/08)</i><p> The start of autumn<br> drinking sake to keep warm<br> the leaves are still green<p> <i>(6/17/08)</i><p> When summer haze hangs<br> where does the world go to hide<br> the back spinning room<p> <i>(6/11/08)</i><p> The moon glows lighter<br> a turtle crosses the road<br> waves pull at the sand<p> <i>(6/1108)</i><p> Twisted distractions<br> thunder and lightening implode<br> ahead twilight rays<p> <i>(6/8/08)</i><p> Streetlights hide the stars<br> upward is sometimes regress<br> hazy moonlit heat<p> <i>(6/7-9/08)</i><P> Think light years ahead<br> rain drips down the dark green leaves<br> where does the mind go<p> <i>(6/6/08)</i><p> We've become our folks<br> wide middles sagging bottoms<br> leaves still fall from trees<p> <i>(5/26/08)</i><p> Birds on the cut lawn<br> are you listening to me<br> or the worms hiding<p> <i>(5/26/08)</i><p> There's no words for this<br> road the interior<br> what defines the trees<p> <i>(5/25/08)</i><p> An empty wrapper<br> behind the bamboo thickets<br> the east side of town<p> <i>(5/25/08)</i><p> Empire of lights<br> soon to accelerate on<br> so many wet leaves<p> <i>(5/24/08)</i><p> A single tear burns<br> the moon turns the curtains gray<br> wide awake from snores<p> <i>(5/20/08)</i><p> Past my prime and I<br> don't warrant a second glance<br> pollen hits the dirt<p> <i>(5/16/08)</i><p> Time is a stonewall<br> either cleared in one wide leap<br> or head-on face first<p> <i>(5/13/08)</i><p> Up history's skirt<br> you promise equality<br> ad infinitum<p> <i>(5/8/08)</i><p> Rain and roots and slow<br> corners uphill forty years<br> to reach the first point<p> <i>(5/4-8/08)</i><p> Move from brown to green<br> grass pushes up the pavement<br> cracked from the rime frost<p> <i>(5/7/08) </i><p> Contemplating air<br> among the still blue sparrows<br> talking on the wire<p> <i>(4/27-5/4/08)</i><p> Blue water white sand<br> few woman look attractive<br> in a bikini<p> <i>(4/17/08)</i><p> The coast of Belize<br> bending palms and mangroves still<br> unlikely weather<p> <i>(4/16/08)</i><p> Sun takes over shade<br> hat pulled down over my eyes<br> the patter of feet<p> <i>(4/15/08)</i><p> A sea of people<br> all heads down in a rhythmic<br> discourse of plateau<p> <i>(4/13/08)</i><p> Spring appeared today<br> red cardinal in a tree<br> limbs shedding their bare<p> <i>(4/12/08)</i><p> The first wasp of spring<br> hovered silence in mid-air<br> standing still moving<p> <i>(4/10/08)</i><p> </span></td> </tr> </table> </body> </html>