I did think it was such a small cage for a cricket that would usually have so much grass. But it didn’t disappoint my expectations of the weirdness of Dalí 🤣
Jason, it's always so good to see the present moment through your colorful lens. I feel the summer heat in these. May the miracle of a talented and economical AC repair person cool things down at your house soon! Thank you for the creative nudge of a good prompt. I was just talking with a colleague about the way summer seemed to pass in a flash this year, and I write this haiku in anticipation of autumn's gentle goodness.
You’re a very organised writer/creative. I carry some piece of paper or notepad jotting ideas down or poems. Otherwise they are lost and never found again. Other days I sit and tell myself to write. On demand. My mind is stuck on the cat… what does she or he think about in a field of singing crickets? Wonderful work as always!
Love the cricket conversations one! Makes me think of Dali who loved the sound of crickets so much he’d keep them in mini cages round his house 🦗
Interesting! I didn't know that.
That's soo cool! I quite enjoy the crickets staying outside 🤣
I did think it was such a small cage for a cricket that would usually have so much grass. But it didn’t disappoint my expectations of the weirdness of Dalí 🤣
my summer lack of
haiku comics now appeased
as of a cool breeze
I like it!
Ha! Thanks! I love your haiku!
Haiku is like snapshots of life.
They really are!
Called
Curve balls of rainfall
Wind-up winds pitch hard to stands
Wooden benches strike
I love this one, Thomas!
Jason, it's always so good to see the present moment through your colorful lens. I feel the summer heat in these. May the miracle of a talented and economical AC repair person cool things down at your house soon! Thank you for the creative nudge of a good prompt. I was just talking with a colleague about the way summer seemed to pass in a flash this year, and I write this haiku in anticipation of autumn's gentle goodness.
summer condensed as
time folded upon itself.
slowly, fall, slowly.
I love it! I feel exactly the same way.
It’s funny how the pace of time can move so differently from season to season.
I just want the pace the pace to slow down, regardless of the season!
Thanks! That's a beautiful poem! I love the last line of your haiku so much. Time moves much too quickly these days.
You’re a very organised writer/creative. I carry some piece of paper or notepad jotting ideas down or poems. Otherwise they are lost and never found again. Other days I sit and tell myself to write. On demand. My mind is stuck on the cat… what does she or he think about in a field of singing crickets? Wonderful work as always!
I give off a more organized air than is actually the case. Cats being cats, she probably assume the crickets are singing for her!
Thanks for your kind words!
The grass turns yellow
Despite constant watering,
Come back, my green grass.
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Hello, red summer,
Your heat, my god, your mad heat,
Sun rays and grey steam.
They are wonderful! I love all of the ways you worked in color!
Thanks, buddy. Your poetry always provides some much needed inspiration. Be well!
Nice!
Thank you!
Olympic pools
Hurdles and hoops
Dash volleyballs net points.
I've loved watching the Olympics and will be sad to see them end. I love your Olympic poetry!
Still warm today
Despite the morning chill
Fall hiding in the woods
I keep thinking about your last line, "Fall hiding in the woods"--That is so good! Thanks for sharing this!
I don't do haiku
Yet feel a heart strum
Tugging me forward
Perfect, Toby!
I was so moved by the poor, joyless dog. Here is my offering:
tomatoes ripen
rose hips redden and grow plump
sunflowers unchanged.
Thanks, Liz! This a tremendously evocative haiku. I love the contrast between the ripening tomatoes and the unchanged sunflowers.
I too feel bad for our poor dog. At least we have cool mornings and evenings so he can still go out for a bit.
Thank you, Jason! I wasn’t sure about that last line.
Feeling the heat!
Thanks!
Jason, for some reason you seem to always inspire me to write haiku. Thank you! Here’s what came to mind:
Crisp summer morning
Flocks of shorebirds flying by
Thick fog settles in
Thank you, Stella! The feeling is mutual! I love your haiku, it feels very San Francisco to me.
filled with energy
buzzing to greet the new day
hummingbird morning
the fog is lifting
peeling morning’s curtain back
let the show begin!
orange sun rises
through the smoke of distant fires
the Anthropocene
I love all of these, Alan! Your last one reminds me that I have decided that wild fire season should be its own haiku season with its own set of kigo.
Thanks ! I’m on the East Coast and the smoke was from the west!
Michigan observations...
after gentle rain
Higgins Lake loon calls once, twice
eerily delights
wind blows; leaves flutter palate of green, brown, blue, white
landscape in motion
tapping breaks the calm a woodpecker grabs a bug
in a flash he's gone
let the games begin gymnasts leap, soar, flip and twist
then stick the landing
These are stunning, Marlee! I love the second line of the first haiku where you end with once, twice. They are all beautiful haiku!