Peaches wait for fall,
Getting sweeter all the time,
Moving into earth.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Late Summer Haiku Challenge
To me, the photo below really captures what this time of year looks and feels like. It also inspired the following haiku. There is something enigmatic about the haiku. Its strict 5-7-5 syllable structure somehow bringing an openness to the poem. I look forward to reading your submissions.
Peaches wait for fall,
Getting sweeter all the time,
Moving into earth.
Peaches wait for fall,
Getting sweeter all the time,
Moving into earth.
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Chef makes videos
Foodies rejoice, grow fat and,
as always, enjoy
HARVEST TIME ARRIVES
A FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR
FOOD IS PLENTIFUL
Jackie
warm sun on my face
huckleberries in my pail
my, but life is good
Jackie
HAPPY BEING HERE
LUCKY TO LIVE BY THE LAKE
CONTENT TO STAY HERE
JACKIE (I love haiku)!
The tree is sagging
Time to relieve it of fruit
Apple pie is near
Jackie
Oh, oh--this is addictive. I CAN quit, I CAN quit, I CAN quit!!
Fresh fruit falls to earth,
Time is scarce before decay,
Make precious this moment.
Mike, Wilmington NC
Encapsuled sunshine.
Fuzzy soft and velvet smooth.
My chin dripping juice.
Where is my chicken
Steak, potatoes, rice or pork
Drats! Haikus today!
golden red sunshine
in the earth you sink quickly
this day is over
It's raining today
Wet, cold, windy and drippy
I think I'll bake bread
Jackie
Yo, banana boy
Eda Nomel's lemonade
Race car... Tuna nut... I
Scott - Boston
Blackberries, peaches
Juicy cobbler intended
None left, ate 'em all
Jackie, yet again--sorry
Insects sip and slurp,
The peaches loose their insides,
Disappointed bite.
- Derek
The bread is rising
Dinner guests are on the way
So no more haiku
Jackie
(I know, I know--good news)
PEACH HAIKUs:
I hold in my hand
Spring's rain and Summer's sweet sun
Time in a bottle
A fuzzy baseball
Peach fragrance invades my nose
I take a bite: crunch!
Juice drips down my chin
Warm nectar races shirt-ward
I need a napkin!
chef john,
you're a dork
but we love you.
my dearest chef john!
you make such delicious food
will you marry me?!?!?! :D
Nothing to do with the peaches, sorry, but my favorite haiku from a Threadless T-shirt:
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator
golden split stone fruit
cut, orbs seared with flame and smoke
grilled sweet peach passion
(feel free to substitute "glass elevator" as the last line :) - I was SOOO glad I was not drinking chocolate milk when I read Vicki's comment............)
Run! While the sun still
smiles; or Thanksgiving tears weep.
Food babies abound.
*snap snap snap snap snap*
Fell you did
Rotting on the brown dirt
Eaten by ants
Peaches on the ground
It's that time of year again
Say "goodbye" George Bush.
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