HAIKU MONDAY: December 3, 2012
PRETEND
Haiku Monday Posse, things are going to be a little different this week.
PAUSE..........................................................
We now pause for my tardy haiku on the Csar's theme SOUTHEAST:
The road to Gaffney.
Stuckey's pecan treasures shrink
before the Big Peach.
CONTINUE.......................................................
Because I missed the deadline for submitting that entry to Csar, I have offered him the final judging role on this week's theme: PRETEND.
I will be pre-judging. Although the Csar agreed to participate, the guy put forth more conditions than Barb Streisand contracting for Donna Karan's Hamptons' holiday party: you must do this; I insist on that; I am veto-ing that theme; this is your sub-deadline, then this is your pre-draft-deadline, and your final deadline is that. Oh, and make sure that you do this particular thing without fail.
O. M. G.
But then...you take a step back and realize that you are working with a genius, and a giant. You realize that taking hard licks from the Csar will help you create the kind of Haiku Monday that ranks right on up there with one of the masterworks of all time, YENTL.
Rules:
- Leave your entries in my comments
- 5 syllable, 7 syllable, 5 syllable format.
- Kigo (seasonal reference) and Kireji (cutting word) are considered though not deal-breakers
- Visuals will be taken into consideration
- Submit up to two for judging, and others if you like for pleasure, but label them accordingly.
DEADLINE: Midnight tonight (Monday), Pacific Time
Good luck to all!
this will be cutting it close but will see what ic an do be back later
ReplyDeleteThat Peach in Gaffney is obscene.
ReplyDeleteYou do not want to know what Blowfish has to say about it.
Gaffney's peach? Pretend
marketing on eighty five.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! More!
Fabulous, Fishy! That peach is taking on a life of its own. (Have you ever considered writing erotica??)
DeleteAnd I know we're not judging this, but I think it's really good, lol!
Deletenot for judging, obviously:
ReplyDeleteWarren G. Harding
Didn't pretend. Said it plain:
It's "my god-damn friends."
W o n d e r f u l, Csar! You're hot even when you are not officially participating. It's nice to see that you can transfer your current bossy moodiness to a sophisticated art form; most people just resort to graffiti.
Deleteemerald colored eyes
ReplyDeletecold, icy stare of contempt
shattered heart hidden
polite smile, new wife
"yes dear", words drip sweet honey
burnt dinner again
Well, Miss Becca: that didn't take you long! Beautiful and on the subject of the heart which is my favorite.
DeleteHi fleur and Czar. Interesting subject. Here are a couple of childhood make believes. If I have time maybe something else later. Not sure on deadline.
ReplyDeleteLilac stick and string,
Clamshell-tipped boxelder twig.
Small seagull hunter.
Old logs become raft.
Explorer’s maiden voyage.
Ants seek higher ground!
Serendipity
Gorgeous, Miss Dip!
DeleteAnd thanks for the deadline prompt: it is midnight PST, apprx. 16 hours from now.
I did put up a visual on my blog.
DeleteSerendipity
All righty, then! I'll be back.
ReplyDeleteWe will count on it, Miss Moi!
DeleteFleur, so the Peachoid commentary was not an entry.
ReplyDeleteNo,my literary ambitions are not in that genre. I am one who both respects and fears a judiciously cast lightening bolt.
My entries are posted, with visuals, at the Pond.
Mighty prize of war?
No! Agamemnon's deceit
decimated Troy
Hope. First weaponized
by Virgil's equine pretense.
Now? It's protocol.
What did Helen think?
Some great prize won by default?
Whoa! to foolish trust!
Art, spawn'd by Troy's myth,
illustrates man's deception.
Hope. It's a hard death.
Spectacular visuals and admirable variety on this theme, Fishy!
Deletefirst and last for Czar's evaluations please
DeleteGood evening Fleur,
ReplyDeleteThe first 3 are for the topic: pretend and the last one renaissance. Simply to define my original intention of the topic. However any gratuitous displays are not only welcome, but highly encouraged.
Spring tryst; oh Oh OH!
Oh Honey! You're the best!
Work on shopping list.
Buxomly beauty
Fall Renaissance frolicking
Steam release revives
Five weeks in the field
Admin backlog compounding
Genie to clear desk
Greed's destruction
Resurrection long and hard
History repeats
I daresay your haiku fecundity was inspired by long musings on Renaissancian buxomliness. Number 1 is a LOL (from this perspective anyway!) Nice job, Karl.
DeleteI'm up!
ReplyDeleteWee-billed grey-winged bard
trills brethrens’ symphonies. Mock?
No, that’s flattery.
Excellent, Moi! "Mock" and "flatter" contrast is wonderful.
DeleteHere are my two:
ReplyDeleteSanta
At two, I knew he
was not real but greed made me
pretend to believe.
Guatemala
No embellishment
Just truth. Forty-two percent
Dying of hunger.
Will get them posted on my blog wtih visuals shortly.
Wow...those are two very sobering entries, I. Rider!
DeleteSummer afternoons
ReplyDeletelike winter's all day light; chill
kills the illusion.
sunset urgency
floor the damn pick up! Zombies
emerge in fifteen!
Chicky...very interesting first entry. Sometimes I pretend that it's a different day of the week and try to dissect why that day has a different feeling. Can't keep it up for long, of course.
ReplyDeleteits weird but all day in winter is like late afternoon in summer and still the light isnt as saturated. that low southern sun makes long shadows and kills what light reaches the ground. at least down here at Chick-o-ville. On the mountain its brighter but its a blue light. I do pretend: "if it was summer, it would be 6:30 pm I say to high noon in winter!" but the winter nights are so dark and the stars so bright. summer night skies are like soft denim.
ReplyDeleteas for the second haiku, I always think about "I am Legend" driving home in the last of light - I think, if I was in that movie, Id be cutting it very close. look - theres zombies at the forest edge just waiting for the sun to drop behind Sally Ann mountain.
Love I Am Legend :o)
ReplyDeleteI'm continually trying to ascertain if dawn's light feels/looks the same as dusk's. There is a difference. And winter light is definitely more mellow.
Good evening Fleur,
ReplyDeleteThe study of heavenly orbs, has been a longtime passion, regardless the size.
@ Chickory: As the Declination of the Sun retreats to the southward, the way the light reflects through the atmosphere changes. The subdued tones of light during the day and the harshness at sunrise and sundown can be caused by this. If it bothers you, fear not. The solstice will be here soon.