wrestling with congruency
mid summer day
frog jumps across road
black bubbles pop
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August 24, 2006 at 12:12 am
replaces: black foot frog August 16, 2006
Posted by qazse in Poetry, Nature, Haiku. 8 comments , edit post
summer is broiling
a frog hops across the road
popping tar bubbles
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1. Agnes – August 16, 2006[Edit] Frogs. Popping bubbles. Reminds me of when I lived by a lake in Michigan. Many nights driving home after a rain, I counted all the frogs that “popped” under the car’s tires. Pop. Pop. Pop. Loads of popping frogs.
2. twitches – August 16, 2006[Edit] EW – we have tons of frogs from the pond in our backyard. I have named them all Jonathan. Last year I popped one in the garage and felt horrible about it afterwards, having named it and all. I never did scrape him off the concrete though.
3. liquidquick – August 16, 2006[Edit] the frog-king ponders
‘how do i protect my flock
from speeding humans?’
4. qazse – August 16, 2006[Edit] I like to toss them in a microwave. When the popping stops – they are ready.
5. fencer – August 17, 2006[Edit] mmmm… tasty!
6. Jules – August 17, 2006[Edit] Ewww…poor frogs. Growing up with Kermitt the Frog and the Muppitt show – I just can’t help but feel sorry for them…after all, it’s not easy being green.
7. liquidquick – August 17, 2006[Edit] it is if you’re a twenty…
8. qazse – August 17, 2006[Edit] poor blackfoot, he or she has gone from popper to poppee.
Thank you all for stopping by! Your comments are always appreciated and entertaining.
August 24, 2006 at 12:16 am
are you going for minimilinimism… (try saying that a few times fast…) how bout:
summer hot
frog hops
bubbles pop
August 24, 2006 at 12:37 am
hey LQ, you are quick!
minimilinimism…easy for you to say
to answer your question, yes and no
I’m just through counting syllables.
Spontaneity does not manifest itself exclusively in seventeen syllable bytes.
I like your minimilinimism rendering.
I remember the good old days when we used to count syllables.
August 24, 2006 at 2:28 pm
boiling life’s quirks down
to seventeen syllables
is no small challenge
free-form is fun too
takes away restrictions and
widens word gamut
August 25, 2006 at 12:34 am
True, the 575 format presents a challenge and that in itself can be fun. I have had many enjoyable visits to your blog (sorry if you’re bored…) attempting haiku in response to your posted haiku and will continue to do so. However, I also think it is good to depart from format.
PS nice 575’s
chose not to write this
but chose to write that instead
something went missing
August 26, 2006 at 8:04 am
five fits in one hand
but seven takes extra fin-
gers to be counted
August 26, 2006 at 8:29 am
Good Saturday morning twitches!
clever haiku (clevku)
It is so true that 575 requires two hands and thereby precludes the concurrent enjoyment of a beverage (or other preoccupations) while composing. That is why Hemingway never took it up.
August 26, 2006 at 7:24 pm
Twitches needs one hand free to hold her chai lattes. Hemmingway…now he’s quite another story, isn’t he.
August 26, 2006 at 10:26 pm
chai latte sounds good right now…actually I was about to make an iced coffee. Wouldn’t it be nice to send material reality through this machine.
I could share my iced coffee! Naaaahhh…
Jules, congratulations on the outstanding triathlon!
August 27, 2006 at 10:51 am
Nah. I have a cupholder.
August 28, 2006 at 12:38 am
my new obsession
caramel-coffee latte
in huge quantities
though i haven’t yet
tried an ‘iced’ version of this
think i will, tonight.
August 28, 2006 at 1:00 am
this sounds like Starbucks?
I loved visiting Washington state. There are espresso wagons all over.
I was on the Pacific Crest Trail in the middle of a wilderness preserve. We were ten miles from, and four thousand feet above, the nearest espresso wagon yet I swear I got a whiff of java on more than one occasion.
I imagine that is what heaven is like, beautiful cascade mountain trails with little espresso wagons every few miles. I’ll have a grande Sumatran and my friends here, Lewis and Clark, are sharing a venti caramel latte.
August 28, 2006 at 1:12 am
what a cool job to be a little-espresso-wagon owner on a mountain trail in heaven.
my sign would read:
‘Tasty Beverage™
payable in short poems
and interest-free’
August 28, 2006 at 1:26 am
late night at Tasty’s
stars pepper the mountain sky
aromas mingle
August 28, 2006 at 1:42 am
ok… the new-new obsession
• boil water
• in a mug mix one teaspoon each of instant coffee, coffeemate vanilla-caramel, and coffeemate mocha-latte
• add boiled water, stir
• fill a glass with ice
• pour the coffee mixture over the ice
• add a splash each of kahlua and butterscotch schnaps, stir
and since your suggestion was the inspiration, we’ll call it
QazseQuick – only at Tasty’s!
September 2, 2006 at 2:55 am
LQ I just found this comment. I don’t know how it slipped past me. The QazseQuick sounds festive. I am going to fill the larder with the necessary ingredients and craft a festive batch. It is a flattering thing to have a drink named after you. Now I know how Tom Collins and Jim Beam felt. Thanks and Happy Trails! or should I say Tasty Trails…