Ben's Haiku

El Mirador

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Fri, 12 Jan 2007 23:55:00 EDT

The sparkling city lights
snaking up the crevasses
of the volcano.

11am

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Wed, 03 Jan 2007 23:55:00 EDT

11am.
Birds and insects fall quiet--
I do not know why.

Flying Things

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Tue, 02 Jan 2007 23:57:00 EDT

An army of birds
chirp deafeningly, louder
than the nearby planes.

written at the San Salvador airport

Sunset XVIII

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Tue, 02 Jan 2007 23:55:00 EDT

The sun's orange and red
between strokes of curving clouds
and the endless sea.

Broken Night

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Wed, 27 Dec 2006 23:57:00 EDT

The night is broken
by the sudden bright white flash
of a camera.

written at Friendly Crossways

Night Sky II

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Wed, 27 Dec 2006 23:55:00 EDT

As the moon rises,
Orion's sword disappears,
swallowed by the dark.

written at Friendly Crossways

Latrine

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Sat, 09 Dec 2006 23:55:00 EDT

The hole in the woods,
filled with the shit of humans,
smells good--like fresh soil.

The Cat I Grew Up With

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Fri, 24 Nov 2006 23:55:00 EDT

I remember her
young and lithe, fur silky smooth.
Now--frail, fur matted.

Fuzzy

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Sun, 08 Oct 2006 23:59:00 EDT

From a good distance,
the barren trees' sharp branches
look kind of fuzzy.

Silence III

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Sun, 08 Oct 2006 23:57:00 EDT

Deep in the full woods,
the silent is thick and deep.
Birds begin to chirp.

Glow II

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Sun, 08 Oct 2006 23:55:00 EDT

As the passing leaves
catch the passing sun, the grove
glows orange and yellow.

Autumn into Winter

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Sat, 07 Oct 2006 23:55:00 EDT

I tread on autumn's
still-bright leaves--wintry trees
creak nearby, barren.

Sunset XVII

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Sun, 24 Sep 2006 23:55:00 EDT

The setting sun's red
flashes bright through the buildings,
playing peekaboo.

on seeing the sun set while
driving through Cambridge

City Street at Night

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Sun, 17 Sep 2006 23:55:00 EDT

On the one-way street,
two rows of parked cars reflect
the ambulance lights.

Wall

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Sat, 16 Sep 2006 23:55:00 EDT

A simple white wall.
Above it, sunny blue sky.
Atop it, pigeons.

Birkas

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Fri, 15 Sep 2006 23:55:00 EDT

The girls in birkas
and black dresses laugh loudly
and run like children.

Silence II

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Fri, 01 Sep 2006 23:55:00 EDT

The open desert
is silent. If there was sound,
it has been swallowed.

written at the garbage fence
at Burning Man

Sky

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Wed, 23 Aug 2006 23:55:00 EDT

The mottled whiteness
of clouds on a deep blue sky,
a jet trail straight through.

Sunrise IV

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Tue, 22 Aug 2006 23:55:00 EDT

The sun rises red,
fierce and boldly beautiful.
The passengers sleep.

The Lantern in the Dark Woods

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Mon, 03 Jul 2006 23:55:00 EDT

The shifting shadows
of the trees as the lantern's
light passes them by.

Sunset XVI

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Wed, 28 Jun 2006 23:55:00 EDT

The orange of the sky.
Seconds later, it's muted.
Then, it is all gone.

Navigating

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Fri, 16 Jun 2006 23:55:00 EDT

A straight, lustful man
has problems navigating
on the first hot day.

Non-Descript

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Thu, 15 Jun 2006 23:55:00 EDT

The non-descript car
playing loud hip hop music
is not non-descript.

Mayonnaise II

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Thu, 01 Jun 2006 23:55:00 EDT

Mayo detaches
and slowly slithers down in
the upside-down jar.

Waterfall

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Sun, 28 May 2006 23:55:00 EDT

The river water
separates into droplets
and falls down the cliff.

Headlights over a Hill

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Sat, 27 May 2006 23:55:00 EDT

The rural night's dark.
Headlights' beams start high and then
slowly angle down.

Wall of Rain

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Fri, 26 May 2006 23:55:00 EDT

Ahead, the world is
bluegrey--an unbroken wall
of rain in my path.

Slow Motion

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Sat, 20 May 2006 23:55:00 EDT

A leaf floats downward,
slow--and lands on a young girl,
who jumps from surprise.

Grandma's Hands

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Sat, 29 Apr 2006 23:55:00 EDT

Dense with purple veins,
wrinkled skin, and bony bumps,
they are tense and gnarled.

Sunset XV

Ben Guaraldi benj@bluesock.NOSPAMplease.org — Wed, 08 Mar 2006 23:57:00 EDT

A thin band of fire
lines the horizon--above
is unbroken black.