old photo
my father as a child
looks past me


—Martin Gottlieb Cohen
        

Originally published in Mitty Abe's "World Tempo Journal"

About the author: Martin Cohen was born in the South Bronx somewhere on Simpson Street, went to a Yeshiva on East Broadway and Canal Street, and then lived in the South of Brooklyn, the South of Long Island, The Southern Tier of Upstate New York, The South of Manhattan, and finally South Jersey in Egg Harbor.

Martin's e-mail address: martin1223 at comcast dot net

Martin also has a weblog.

 

Responses to the haiku for 13 March 2003 by Martin Gottlieb Cohen

  1.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-03-13 06:52:55
     

    intriguing, martin, time travel gateway...
    past, present, and future... all at once

  2.  
    Chloe (dahlia23 at eudoramail dot com)
    2003-03-24 04:08:55
     

    Beautiful. =)It reminds me a lot about the past. it cathces glimpses of memories from the old photo of his father....

  3.  
    Ellen G. Olinger (ElinGrace at wi dot rr dot com)
    2003-03-25 17:11:18
     

    I feel I understand this. Time seems to change at different times in our lives. Madeleine L'Engle comes to mind, e.g., A WRINKLE IN TIME.
    Her nonfiction works as well...thanks.

  4.  
    Guy
    2003-03-27 14:30:25
     

    Beautiful!

  5.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-03-28 21:25:44
     

    ellen, allow me to reflect, first.
    time, the "system" of those relations which any event has to any other in what we call one's past, present and future.
    again, allow me to ask a question...
    "if perchance the earth didn't revolve, what would be our measurement of time..."

    yes, the stage has been set.

    here's some food for thought, from one's birth to one's death, all in all, it was merely one long day...
    the sunrise, the dawn, being one's birth, while the dusk, the sunset, to be represented by one's death.

    how can one, mankind, who is finite, truly and accurately understand the infinite, or that to us which appears to be endless...

    time...endless
    mankind...of a duration, as norman said, "brevity".

    mankind has been tied to a tempo.
    yet if one looks within one's self, it is a count down...

  6.  
    lana b
    2004-05-25 03:56:54
     

    nothern wind
    even thoughts got it-
    strong accent

  7.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2004-06-04 15:18:46
     

    grabbing my heart --
    everything's smaller
    around the old homestead


    -


    busy terminal -
    she's suppose
    to resemble her mother

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