I know I always say this, but what a tough crowd! Very hard to judge this week; you showed great diversity on this theme.
I've read them through many times, including aloud.
We have Moi's:
We have Moi's:
Not even their hair is real.
Surface is substance.
Witty, and true! Same with Fishy's:
Two thousand per tooth!
That first impression greeting?
Pricey. Not priceless.
Funny? Yes...and depressing, as the truth often is.
Troll, you are the master of the action haiku, and your visual really matched. Excellent punctuation and capitalization, too.
Peeling back the mask.
Standing athwart history
yelling Stop. And LOOK!
Karl, Karl, Karl: (to steal from the Csar's holding pattern):
I am your number one fan, and this entry sounds beautiful.
But am I wrong in mentioning that neither the first nor last line has the proper number of syllables? (I mean, I think "valiant" has 3 syllables?)
Valiant flight cut short
Iran's gift steals night cover
I particularly liked Pam's subject. It made me think of old buildings that are forever reconstituted, fall into disrepair, and are built back up. Having just been to the Tenement Museum where you can see the many layers of wallpaper on top of each other from 1865-1933, I really related to it.
Old brick buildings sit
on a weathered old main street;
I couldn't contain my initial appreciation for the Csar's haiku below:
Starred in Pippin, right?
Seventies’ song-and-dance man?
This was just great. Whatever you drank/ate/inhaled at the Rumpus, keep it up.
Chickory contributed the following:
suspended in glaze; Vermeer,
Master of surface
This haiku was elegant, sophisticated, beautiful and sounded lovely read aloud. "Fugitive pigments suspended in glaze" is one of the best descriptions I have ever read.
Chickory, you are the winner! You will receive your very own CD of Fleur's handpicked lovesongs.
Congratulations! Thanks everyone. I was honored to host.