from
seed
to tree
to forest
watch
these
poem
worlds
grow . . . .
Hail
seemingly humble
and deceptively simple:
holy haiku !
or, more properly haiku-like:
pre dusk bare trees let
february light straight through
their dark branches bright
or, another take (amongst several):
february first
pre dusk bare trees let the light
straight through simple right?
The virtues and charms of haiku are inexhaustible:
within (traditionally) its 3 lines of 5-7-5 syllables,
one can capture a moment in nature
as a kind of atmospheric snapshot
conveying surprising depths and layers.
Much of the haiku's power and beauty
comes from what seems at first
its direct, unvarnished simplicity,
but that almost always masks
wonderfully intuitive insights
about the Way Things Are (and interact).
This is largely accomplished
with a paradoxical zen mindset,
juxtaposing fauna and flora
and observers and landscapes
and atmospheres and attitudes
against each other, thus unfolding
the poignant complexities bubbling
under all surfaces,
providing insight
into the rich relationships
between the very varied strands,
eternally transient,
within the one web of existence.
Thanks to Basho, Issa, Buson, and others,
along with the many practitioners of the art of haiku
through the centuries and now in many languages,
we now enjoy a huge treasury of these encapsulations
to delight eyes, heart and minds...
Navon has written hundreds of these little poetic nuggets,
including some collected into short series,
in various, mostly natural, categories.
He has combined a goodly number of them
with directly targeted photographs,
with the intention of finishing the assembly
of the best into themed booklets....
Composing haiku has been a life-long pleasure,
and apart from Navon's songwriting
and his large collection of kabbalistic mantras,
it remains as his main ongoing poetic endeavor.
This is reflected in the fact that he usually sandwiches
public readings of his poetry
with a few haiku at the beginning
and a few more to conclude.
Also included are a few senryu,
possessing the same formal rules as haiku
but focused (often with wry humor)
on the human dimension,
rather than the natural world....
Hundreds of Haiku in very varied categories,
and some illustrated photographically,
will follow these first offerings,
Bright then Barren then Blossoming....
FALL BEGINNING / AUTUMN ENDING
I FALL BEGINNING
greeting the autumn
a reddening maple leaf
a hand in the wind
bicycling early
not much remarkable in
the flat autumn fields
autumn breeze on breeze
flows and ebbs in giant tides
echoing the seas
the swift strong loud wind
an ocean i bathe in in
the bright autumn sun
II AUTUMN ENDING
raking leaves I sing
one bright autumn afternoon
as more keep falling
I hum recalling
summer’s voices while raking
near the trees aching
tai chi fall morning:
by the overgrown hedges
a spider spinning
as I leave the house
a butterfly leaves a branch
this bright autumn noon
3 FOR DARK DECEMBER
bare so very bare
almost all of the trees now
and even the air
dawn baldly bleeds i
insomniac weave rhythmic
red rosary beads
how the wind has thinned
the lone cherry tree’s leaves like
a wise old man’s hair
COLORFUL BLOSSOMINGS (5 IN SPRING)
the red tulips have
more than two lips as well as
large round open mouths
pale lilac its tint
so shy its fragrance so strong
in sweet sad silent song
the buttercups each
flaunt five petals bold yellow
as if they are unique
purple lilacs so
purple their scent nothing more
flagrantly fragrant
how red the red rose
amongst many red roses
i sniff just the one
4 FOR THE SEASONS (WINTER RETURNING) +
(With A Thoughtful Preface)
I
already a split
second ago what we think
is happening now
II
WINTER
dozens of pigeons
peck the cold lawn one sparrow
hops twice.. then flies on
SPRING
the hedge’s young buds
greener than green are not yet
so readily seen
SUMMER
Opossum is big
and slow and noisy and yet
opossum is big
AUTUMN
stopping by the stream
on coming down the mountains:
bright orange mushrooms
III
WINTER
pawprints in the snow:
see the frozen polygons
of dashing rhythm
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