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The rules are simple. Three line poems, with 5-7-5 as the syllable count. Using question marks or "~", "-", or specific 'turn' words for emphasis or to set a change in notions is a fine option but not required. Using a seasonal word to either frame the poem to a date, or indicate the current solar placement, is a fine finial as well. Just reminding what is traditional.
So, show me what you have seen, done, been. Enlighten me, shock me, rock me, and do your best to emulate the notion. To throw one out in order to get the ball rolling, I offer:
in the briefest time
from calm to fix'd and fearless
ears burn'd to a crisp
I've knocked on a lot of doors. Some regulars, some we haven't seen in a while, but not everybody. Just trying to drum up more poetry and a little breath in the contest. If I didn't knock, be here anyway, dang it!
Lightning,eh? ..sizzle..
ReplyDeleteOoooo .... I shall be back! :D
ReplyDeletethis is a good one will definitely be thinking be back this weekend with something that i hope will wow you
ReplyDeleteHa! Wonderful. I think natural might be the way to go.
ReplyDeleteGood to see you ladies, hope to see more of you.
I LOVE this theme! I will do my best to have something by Monday.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the invite.
GG
waves rock the kayak
ReplyDeletewith quickened strokes I paddle..
lightening heralds doom
(eh, so it happened to fit)
True story though...
Should I manage to put up a post, I'll let you know.
*lightning .. Not lightening..
ReplyDeleteA highly charged subject Doom. ;-)
ReplyDeleteFortunately, like Foam, I have apparently not yet provided a positive pole for your theme.
Those who hang out outside get to see some spectacular light and power shows! (The fire I use is the one-syllable kind.) Some examples:
Raw power to flames,
Stored carbon to heat and steam.
Ma Nature pollutes?
High lonesome firestorm.
Crouching ‘neath waist-high krummholz...
Krak! Pow! All around.
Bolts dance on ridgetops
as I ply the stream below.
Live voltage on line!
Blue-black western sky,
race to shore with squall-filled sails!
Fireball where I was!
Serendipity
Great theme, Doom! I likey:D
ReplyDelete...And already a nice start to events. Well done lassies!
One off my top:
Lightning's silent stalk
Faster than the speed of sound
Strikes before the CLAP
Busy weekend with upcoming Thanksgiving travels, but will try to get a post up by Monday...perhaps another 'ku, as well.
Blessings!
Gosh! Look at all the pretty people!
ReplyDeleteThose who are coming back, you will be most welcome. I can't wait to see! Christmas at Thanksgiving, but the kind that is welcome!
foam,
I've only been on the water a few times when it was like that. The canoe where it really got my attention was in the middle of the North Atlantic, albeit 25-30 feet up in a conning tower. Got us hie down that ladder. I could only imagine not having a ladder. Yet I remember the haste... the fear... Could feel electricity in the air.
Odd though, you raced from doom then, now you visit often? :p
Serendipity,
You do such an interesting mix of teh scientific and yet with elements of the traditional Western stories, sometimes mixed and matched, sometimes on their own. Who says science and art don't kiss?
I can almost see the the pictures painted. And yet, I am curious what you might want to show. Fine work.
Rafael,
Always gifted with words. This time, you split the difference between seen and unseen, imperceptable, leaving me to understand humility in less time than I can fully grasp it.
C'est la vie? Aye, but tisn't a bad thing. At least since we remain to marvel.
Lightning illumines!
ReplyDeleteReverberations sparkle..
Light of light and dark
This one came to me as I was soaking in the tub. Possibly my last one .. But we shall see..
ps: i check in on a few blogs daily. I check in on yours to see if your ole ticker is still ticking.. ;-)
Holiday mishaps in 350? Very tempting!
ReplyDeletefoam,
ReplyDeleteWonderful. A warm soak is good for the mind.
As to the ticker? Well, you can keep checking. But I tell you, it will be a while. :) Still, happy to have you. Just hope I don't bore or trouble you too much.
colonialist,
I bet you can do something unique. It isn't so much that you can be, but that you are. We will be waiting.
But colonialist, you already wrote a haiku!
ReplyDeleteHoliday mishaps
In threehundredandfifty?
Very tempting..
:-)
Hahahaha!
ReplyDeleteThought as you were so kind as to come visiting at my blog, I would play along this week. (Plus it might keep Rafa off my back for bit lol)
ReplyDeleteCicada song loud
Scorching heat with no relief
Lightning strike - bush fire
The cicada remind me of Iowa, but the rest is more like here in Utah. Not sure where you live, but it's an odd twist of thinking for me, and a fun one... save for the wildfires mind you. Just the geographical twist of it, in my experience... and the 'funny' mood I'm in. Thanks, Mynx.
ReplyDeleteOh, yeah... thanks for dropping by. Well, and not yelling. I'm a bad boy. *blink blink*
Look at your turn out already, doomster! Sounds like minx lives down under.
ReplyDeleteAye! I feel like a teacher that asked a question everyone knew the answer regarding. So many hands. :)
ReplyDeleteMy previous comment was intended for another blog - how it wound up here I know not!
ReplyDeleteAnyway, here is my trio:
http://colonialist.wordpress.com/2013/11/24/per-verse-lightning-haiku/
Crash, flash, together:
Still alright, but awful fright -
Bright summer weather!
A bolt from the blue?
Flying true, and frying you –
This fall is blue, too!
Lightning, it strikes one,
With a spring a shock may bring –
Your season is done!
Colonialist,
ReplyDeleteNo worries. Bugs Bunny, lightning rods, and myself have a way of becoming a universal devil's triangle. Well... maybe I exaggerate. But people do seem to get baffled when flying over. The oddest of droppings can occur.
Looks good! The notion of lightning seems to have filled you with pep. *zap!*
On a dreary, cold, snowy Sunday I offer this:
ReplyDeleteHairs standing straight up
Smell the electric air; CRACK!
Natures fireworks
Thank you for knocking on my door dear doom! I am going to write a post and see if I cant get some poets to join us to. But for now here is what I got for entry:
ReplyDeleteStalk The Prey, Starving
One Swift Motion Life Is Gone
Lightning Fast Killer
Calm Before The Storm
Pouring Rain and Dark As Death
Natures Fireworks Show
my entries visuals up tomorrow
ReplyDeletedreams take flight on wings
wonderment captured held tight
Lightening in jar
white light cracks the night
in flash all is dark again
mother nature's show
BlazngScarlet,
ReplyDeleteThat has a very native feel to it. I have a feeling winter is about to bring it's own crackle of natural power. It seems as if we shift from one fear to the next without missing a beat?
Amanda,
Now that is a change of pace in your first. But exactly on target. Time can stand still at some moments, and yet it moves forward even more quickly somehow. Action before, or even without, thought... through yet still through design.
Wonderful. Uhrm, you know what I mean. Well put.
becca,
Very interesting take in the first poem. So many varied aspects of the electrical. Quite playful, imaginative. Good or bad is up to the particular notion or event. Nice pair, if you... don't mind me saying so. :p
Good afternoon Doom,
ReplyDeleteFine topic and turn out. Your comment to BlazngScarlet, about winter. I think your right. This morning we woke up to a small fleet of diving ducks. Bufflehead, Canvasback and Mergansers, they don't normally show up until January.
I offer three for your review:
Foretells coming change
A flash seen then the report
To hear is to survive
Asked old Pappy
White lighting stead mountain dew
Flashing crashing Shhhoooh
Surface boils after
Felt a tingle and a pop
Coms went I didn't
A godly rebuke?
ReplyDeleteThor demonstrating his might?
Sky splitting wrath! Woe.
Sorry meant to add a link to this one:
ReplyDeleteAsked old Pappy
White lighting stead mountain dew
Flashing crashing Shhhoooh
@Fishy: Nice to see you.
Hey, Doom, backsassing with more for ya':D
ReplyDeleteAnchored to Heaven
Lightning bolts from sky to land
Charging life with death
Really nice turnout, my friend. Lightning has a way of bringing friend and foe alike to the fore, if only for a millisecond. Sorta the calm before the mad scatter for dark's cool embrace.
Oh...and I'm UP
fishy,
ReplyDeleteWrath? Mayhap. Lightning, women, for this guy? I know a wrathful God, to be sure. But He paints it beautifully, makes it somehow irresistible, and just watches from an unknowable distance with a... little smirk methinks. No... no, not... judging or decrying. Just... thinking. It gets me in awful trouble, in a flash, to be sure. With a little help from my friends!
Karl,
Fortunately or not, the closest I have gotten to moonshine is Everclear. The way my grandfather went on about it though, I have to guess that I have been remiss in this one spot of my misspent youth.
I hear tell, that the difference between lightning and white lightning isn't in the speed with which it hits you, but in form that it arrives? Glad you recalled the notion.
Rafael,
I love the finality, and haste, you present it to arrive. Whether I truly be a one-time merchant of death or not, it lives in me still. And there is something pure in it. One thing all such dealers come to know, however, is humility. For while we can take away, we cannot give. As children before God, more so in our odd states, we are both slow and timid in our approach to His provinces, no matter our prowess. Without authority or the power to return what we take, and with the ability to be mistaken, it is probably for the best. You waken thought, indeed.
Just a little truth. Actually for most men. Only few have mastered it well enough to bet their lives on it. Haven't had to bet on it for a long time, but aspects remain.
ReplyDeleterattlesnake is slow
my hand can blur space and time
truly a marvel
Ah, Prometheus,
ReplyDeleteWould thou steal fire from the gods?
Searing arrogance!
Sorry to be tardy, Doom, so I'se jes' playin' fer fun an' to say howdy do, y'all. This heah weekend ain't left me a breath. Clan gathers already, Aunty needs to be light'ning quick to git all done.
Ya have some very fine entries, doan envy ya the ob of judging.
Aunty,
ReplyDeleteMyth and mayhem, lightning and fire, you are a daring soul yourself, mixing it all at the speed of yesterday. *grins*
Late? My my... Like I could judge on that particular front. Glad to see you post. There certainly are some fine specimens. :)
does anyone know the theme for tomorrows Haiku party if so please email at rebeccabryant562@hotmail.com
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