Osler's Razor: Haiku friday: Heat

Friday, September 02, 2011

Haiku friday: Heat

It has been quite a trip-- very challenging in the ways I expected (and I won't deny a deep sadness that goes with that), but wonderful, too. I think something is happening here... there is a turning point that has little to do with me and everything to do with students. It is amazing to see. Meanwhile...

Central Texas is an oven. Let's haiku about hot days today.

Here is mine:

Minnesota home,
A verdant garden, but here
The ground cracks in pain.

Now it is your turn! You can also haiku about cocktails, taverns, or pants. Just use the 5/7/5 format, more or less (no one really counts)...

# posted by Mark Osler @ 12:01 AM

Comments:

Sky Ranch camp, Denton,
chocolate on my candy bar
melted by the heat.

# posted by

Anonymous : 12:17 AM

No one really counts?! Really? I do. Just call me the haiku enforcement patrol.

I can't make salsa.
Cutting the hot peppers, then
rubbing my eyes - ouch!

Sticky kids stuck to
Me like velcro. I just need
Some space and a bath.

# posted by

Carrie Willard : 12:21 AM

Triple digit heat
Tempers flare, words are too sharp
Where is the relief?

# posted by

Anonymous : 12:27 AM

@Carrie.: I count, too. I will be your assistant deputy.

# posted by

Anonymous : 12:29 AM

Heat and light within
But with it comes a danger
A match. Moth to flame.

# posted by

Anonymous : 12:56 AM

Gorgonzola melts
All over my lemon tart
Gross reality.

# posted by

Anonymous : 1:44 AM

Sweat trickles slowly,
A sign of life under sun
and endless summer.

# posted by

CTL : 2:00 AM

I dare to wear pants
As I wander through taverns
Drinking my cocktails.

But it is so hot
The ice in my cocktail melts
So I wear a skirt.

# posted by

Anonymous : 7:34 AM

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# posted by

_B_ : 8:44 AM

the summer question
which is more miserable
lawn or the chow-chow

# posted by

_B_ : 8:47 AM

It isn't the heat
But humidity..."shared sweat"
SOUTHEAST TEXAS RULES!!!!

# posted by

diadelkendall : 9:18 AM

No rain. No rain. None.
Cattle are slaughtered early.
Nothing grows at all.

# posted by

Megan Willome : 9:26 AM

The kids are praying
for raindrops. Please, honor their
heartfelt prayers, dear Lord.

# posted by

Ang : 9:53 AM

No global warming?
Desertification creep
Belies Perry's words.
Bob

# posted by

Anonymous : 10:36 AM

She prefers dry heat.
He hates the humidity.
So many love fall.

They so love the fall,
just to wait for spring, and then
It's hot, hot again.

I rather like heat.
All the skin, cool drinks, faces
flush summer fever.

# posted by

Sara Sommervold : 11:41 AM

Cracks open like lips
thirsty, parched, A cloud drifts
No relief in sight

# posted by

Christine : 12:58 PM

Dali's surreal sight--
Real.Time under sun wave melts.
Sere bones scrape cracked crutch.

Curls limp,stick to neck.
Gimme gulps of water now!
Crave ice,taste dustfire.

# posted by

Renee : 2:06 PM

Mom froze a bleach jug
Full of water.We weeded beans
Scorch-talc of grit-wind.

114 in shade
Rootbeer Koolaid.In muddy
Ditch laid.Kid-frogs' aid.

# posted by

Renee : 2:28 PM

Surface of the sun
is cooler than my house in
Waco, Tejas, por Dios!

# posted by

The Medievalist : 4:07 PM

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# posted by

Renee : 5:32 PM

Three-digit weather
During the race, I'm only
Partially conscious.

# posted by

Micah : 5:38 PM

Bears win. Bears win. Bears
Win. Bears win. Bears win. Bears win.
Bears win. Bears win. Hot.

# posted by

RRL : 1:43 AM

Their Rector drinks Cosmos,
Even though some count them girly--
It's Good to be Chief.

Green pants with green frogs
State gauche on any occasion
The cleaners has his kilt.

# posted by

Renee : 1:44 PM

The sun could fry steak
On blackhot asphalt.Wrists brush--
Now,they ignore degrees.

Sauvignon iced,swirls
Down my veins,no push,no shove.
Only mellow dame.

# posted by

Renee : 2:01 PM

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