Ben's Haiku

Fri, 30 Sep 2005

Cleaning the Field
Ten people appear,
with brooms, reordering
the dirt on the field.

written after seeing the baselines
at Fenway Park raked between innings

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Fast Ball
The ball moves so fast
it seems to disappear for
moments in its flight.

written about Jonathan Papelbon's fast ball

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Thu, 29 Sep 2005

Cough
Sudden throaty bass
of a cough--it sounds as if
something's caught in there.

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Wed, 28 Sep 2005

Reality
Reality sets in.
There is much to do. Also
much to be scared of.

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Tue, 27 Sep 2005

Ebbing Life
Its twitching has stopped,
and yet the moth I just crushed--
I can feel its life.

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Mon, 26 Sep 2005

Anger II
The wary drawn eyes
and mouth clenched in a grimace.
She's filled with anger.

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Birds on the Skylight
Suddenly, the sound
of birds alighting above,
on my clear skylight.

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Sun, 25 Sep 2005

Bubbles in Beer
The many bubbles
flow up through the glass of beer,
amber and constant.

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Bathroom Break
During the brief break,
the urinals flush without
rhythm or comment.

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Sat, 24 Sep 2005

Clean Room
A weight is lifted--
at long last my room is clean.
The empty floor. Space.

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Tue, 20 Sep 2005

Playa on my Hands
Playa on my hands.
It feels odd, and slippery.
Brings back memories.

written after cleaning my Burning Man supplies

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Mon, 19 Sep 2005

Gathered Meeting
The Meeting feels strange.
Something's alive, different.
God's words through my friends.

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Sun, 18 Sep 2005

The Big Dig
Long well-lit tunnels
winding under the city--
man-made and yet real.

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Mon, 12 Sep 2005

Just People Sitting
The silence seems weak--
no quaking, no deep presence,
just people sitting.

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Sun, 11 Sep 2005

The Waves
The ocean's water
slips through the sand, as if it's
not solid at all.

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Fri, 09 Sep 2005

Rage
Blood fierce with anger,
my speech becomes terse and hard,
my face unsmiling.

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Thu, 08 Sep 2005

Sunset XI
Radiant red streaks
arcing in front of grey sky
as the sun shows through.

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Tue, 06 Sep 2005

The End
The buildings are gone,
replaced by open air--and
the city vanishes.

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Exodus
A line of stopped cars,
each driver sad and relieved
about going home.

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Mon, 05 Sep 2005

The Temple Burn
Each small piece burns bright.
The temple is outlined with
the orange of its fire.

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Bagpiper
The distant tone of
a bagpipe cuts through the din
crisply, mournfully.

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Sun, 04 Sep 2005

The Man
A fierce explosion
of fireworks upon fireworks
as the Man is lit.

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Fire Dancer
Her small lithe body
bends languidly, gracefully,
unconsciously.

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Dust Devil II
Thin pillars of sand
spin through the air, only
aloft by motion.

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Sat, 03 Sep 2005

SoLA
Saturated light,
in the pitch black of the desert,
oscillates brightly.

written about SoLA

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A Vision
She moves back and forth.
Lush, languid, and feminine,
her breasts sway softly.

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Glow
The rapt audience
glows warmly while they watch
warmly glowing films.

written at the Black Rock City
48 Hour Film Project screening

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Emptiness
Far in the distance
are the mountains. In between,
only emptiness.

written at the garbage fence

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Thu, 01 Sep 2005

A Playa Vision
Streams of light through dust
surround human silhouettes--
black curves and white lines.

written in Black Rock City

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