in the rumble
of thunder
falling snow
Category: c.a. leibow
gust of wind
Gust of wind.
The snow’s silence broken
by the hermit’s wind bells.
the puppy barks
the puppy barks
at the puppet
half out of the box
the old man shovels snow
the old man
shoveling snow
black bird on a wire
full moon
the full moon
caught in the
child’s eyes
autumn morning
first autumn morning
woodsmoke
above the temple
she’s coming home
she’s coming home-
how slow the moon moves
across the sky
the old prostitute
the old prostitute
filled with remorse
at my front door
inside the church
inside the church
the parishioners miss
the Robin’s sermon
the snail
The snails horns wave.
So far to go.
Even for…
Even for the train
and it’s lonely conductor,
a rising moon.
star
for M
Staring out a window.
Thoughts of an old love
revived by a waning moon.
What a mess
What a mess-
The furniture rearranged
In our hearts
an angel
an angel
finds a dead bird –
“we are of the same meaning.”
“Blue” a video poem by Chris Leibow
for Brooke Marie
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One Moon
open silk robe
open silk robe
making tea-
her children still asleep
Just Published
I will draw two ravens was just published by Battered Suitcase
These poems were influenced by the work I had done the year earlier working with the haiku form.
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But I must leave….
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Flash Excerpts
autumn gale
housebound little girl
furiously blows soap bubbles
autumn gale
dark autumn
dark autumn night
a kitten mews for its mother
hidden – stars
Babel
American Haiku & Senryu
About my Poems
These poems are haiku or senryu in a broad sense. They come close to the definition given by the Haiku Society America,
Haiku: a poem recording the essence of a moment keen perceived, in which nature is linked to human nature. Usually a haiku in English is written in three unrhymed lines of seventeen or fewer syllables.
Here is another explaination by Jack Keroauc:
“The American Haiku is not exactly the Japanese Haiku. The Japanese Haiku is strictly disciplined to seventeen syllables but since the language structure is different I don’t think American Haikus (short three-line poems intended to be completely packed with Void of Whole) should worry about syllables because American speech is something again…bursting to pop. Above all, a Haiku must be very simple and free of all poetic trickery and make a little picture and yet be as airy and graceful as a Vivaldi Pastorella.” Jack Kerouac
Free Verse Haiku had its begining at the turn of the century in Japa. A leading haiku reformist Ogiwara Seisensui[6]. Seisensui (1884-1976) could be regarded as the originator of the free-form haiku movement, though fellow writers Masaoka Shiki and Kawahigashi Hekigoto also deserve recognition.[7] Writers following the early-twentieth century movement known as free-form or free-style haiku (shinkeikō) composed haiku lacking both the traditional 5-7-5 syllabic rule and the requisite seasonal word (kigo).
Let the scholars debate. I will let you be the judge”
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“A haiku must be very simple and free of all poetic trickery and make a little picture and yet be as airy and graceful as a Vivaldi pastorale”, wrote Jack Kerouac and that is exactly what c.a. leibow accomplishes with his refreshingly simple and accessible poems that jog the imagination. His poems are simple, sweet, and accomplish exactly what Kerouac theorized-paint a tiny picture in one’s psyche.”Hattie MacLeod, City Weekly, Salt Lake City
“Your work leaves me breathless, truly.”
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autumn sends
autumn sends
me a telegram
pale white light
autumn lavender
he counts each bee-
tells me there are as many
as he is old
hey hoot owl
hey hoot owl
who you hootin’ too
autumn drizzle
clear night
stars!
on a bare branch the inch worm
measures the heavens
New Longer Poems
after the thunder
after the thunder’s rumble; a car alarm.