Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Dharma Pops

Dharma Pops: American Haiku as outlined by Jack Kerouac
(seeking simplicity of expression through compression, 3 lines, no syllable count, 
no seasonal reference, minimal punctuation, indent second line)

Cat in the garden
    decides I am no threat
to his nap

Seat belts and suspenders
    highlight what should
stay hidden

Every language I hear
   sounds more exotic
than my own

OK,  Yeah,  No--
    words that make the leap 
between uncommon tongues

Jazz on the restaurant
    speakers, surprisingly
good for McDonalds

The smell of Doritos
    drifts behind the fat man--
mystery solved

At the train station
    not going anywhere--
bums wave goodbye

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   July 2015

Monday, July 27, 2015

Images of Blue

        Things are different now
      The old routines are gone

   Change must show me how
   To rise and face each dawn

The days that saw us through
        Have all come to an end

            With memories of you
             New journeys I begin

              to all we knew
              images of blue
              to me and you

             New stories everyday
     New lessons to be learned

          New joys along the way
         New hearts at every turn

    With waves of endless time
                lapping at the shore

           I leave the past behind
   and learn to love once more

              to all we knew
              images of blue
              to me and you

for b.b.

Ken Owen. Van Niddy Press. July 2015

Tuesday, July 21, 2015


carefree mountains sun themselves
we play with buckets

lawns no longer laughing at
rolling golden hills

the front lawn got the message:
brown is the new green

Ken Owen.  Van Niddy Press.  July 2015

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Redwood Haiku

each day as a supreme gift,
age brings gratitude.

 Sad reminiscing
 memories of life and love--
 the old man reflects

Open the window--
        in spiriting l shall fly
to your silent heart

for marlene, inspired by the story of
Jeanne Hebuterne and Amedeo Modigliani

When he sang, the leaves
blew down to sit at his feet
and enjoy the tune

for peter

written on the way to 
The Redwood Ramble, Navarro, CA
July 2015

Monday, July 13, 2015

Listens to The Wind

They called him
       Listens to The Wind

       for he heard songs 
delivered from The Great Spirit
through dancing trees and singing 
grass that others did not hear

     and magic in the words 
of those who did not recognize
that the source of great wisdom
spoke directly from their own hearts

He began each day 
     by giving thanks

    and caressing these words gently until  
they took form and grew wings to fly 
back into the world to build a nest 
in an empty soul that needed healing

     so they could teach people that 
The Wind can speak to anyone who
takes the time to quiet their mind 
and listen with their heart

They called him
       Listens to The Wind

       and these were his gifts
to the world

Ken Owen.   Van Niddy Press.   July 2015

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

High Ho, High Ho (The Rutted Road)

Oh the rutted road
        we trace
Our spirit resigned in
        daily toil
Shoulders bowing from
       the weight
Of hearts without passion
       gone quiet
Souls without seeking
       gone lost
Eyes without visions
       gone dark
Lives without meaning
       the cost

Ken Owen    Van Niddy Press     July 2015