playground
after the rain--
the sound of traffic


—Martin Gottlieb Cohen
        

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 24 April 2003 by Martin Gottlieb Cohen

  1.  
    2003-04-24 01:59:16
     

    The audio is very hi-fi. Super.
    Contact

  2.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-04-24 06:59:14
     

    i saw your lips moving, but couldn't understand what you were saying, norman

    rather noisy.

    hmm, today's haiku is saying what???
    i should have known it was authored by martin, by it's style.

    i'm looking down to see if my feet are slipping in mud, or something, because i am getting no where.

    i should keep martin's style, though at a distance, in mind before attempting it's undertaking.

    each day martin, you remind me of the forerunners in haiku, in a refreshing sort of way. however, let there be a minutive amount each day. who knows, your creations may grow on me.

    "martin" the picasso of haiku. a question martin, is your middle name pablo.

  3.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-04-24 07:14:01
     

    somethings, one should keep to themselves.
    i couldn't, i fear becoming a protege of martin's.


    dog chasing...
    cat...
    monitoring the sparrow

    i am sure martin is thinking, if i am to take upon myself, his style, i need to practice

    oh well, this day started with such high hopes.

  4.  
    paul m.
    2003-04-24 18:38:42
     

    a nice juxtaposition which works well on many levels--especially the aural. Well done!

  5.  
    Craig McLanachan (cramar at actrix dot co dot nz)
    2003-04-24 18:51:58
     

    This works well on the imagination.The heavy rain blocking traffic's sound. Then the cars tyres swishing along the road. We just know the children will be back soon, probably before the seats are dry. As you can tell I like it.

  6.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-04-24 22:18:25
     

    i wonder, if anyone realizes what i feel towards martin's work, after all my comments

  7.  
    Ellen G. Olinger (ElinGrace at wi dot rr dot com)
    2003-04-25 08:17:39
     

    Thanks, Martin--recalls watching too many cornfields developed in northern Illinois. I wrote something like:

    Out walking

    traffic roars

    I face open fields
    and crickets
    hold their own

  8.  
    Martin
    2003-04-25 13:06:35
     

    the stillness
    a fly passes over the corn field

  9.  
    Norman Darlington
    2003-04-25 16:39:24
     

    cereal packet picture
    at breakfast
    amid the usual din

  10.  
    Ellen G. Olinger (ElinGrace at wi dot rr dot com)
    2003-04-26 07:30:35
     

    a barrage of stimulation
    away, away
    home

  11.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-04-26 17:05:13
     

    i should have realized the above were norman's
    martin's and ellen's twice.

    mind you, just a suggestion...
    there are things there, though lacking a proper evolving


    Out walking
    I face open fields and crickets
    hold their own...
    traffic roars


    the stillness
    over the corn field
    a fly passes

    at breakfast
    cereal packet picture
    amid the usual din

    a barrage of stimulation
    home
    away, away



    what about bob's

    "exposed bulbs drink
    drizzling rain...
    taps on tin roof"

  12.  
    john tiong chunghoo
    2004-01-05 09:11:27
     

    nauseating
    the barely audible
    boys' excitement in the field

  13.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2004-06-09 22:52:49
     

    during the rain
    the sound of music --
    to my ears

  14.  
    paul nesterenko
    2005-05-07 18:45:11
     

    could somebody please explain how haiku
    translates into poetry? there is some
    clever word play here, but nothing
    that even remotely resembles poetics.

  15.  
    b.m.r.
    2009-01-19 19:00:48
     

    sorry i'm late, paul n.
    expressions, emotional response, composition, apprehend with the mind, intuitive recognition, written about, imaginative and creative powers...
    all things haiku possess; especially word play. so simple, yet so complex; sounds rather poetic, huh. rethinking your (surmise), paul.
    -

    with the wintry sunrise
    even more yellow--
    mucous

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