Having mentioned the heat, I thought I'd start a Summer Haiku thread for those who are in this hemisphere. You can use either the 5-7-5 form or the 3-5-3 form.

Ok here's one-

hot, hot, hot
hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
hot, hot, hot

:lol:

Ok, sorry, couldn't resist that...

Seriously now-

shimmering heat haze,
eyelids burn with dusty sting;
summer commuting

I have to commute two hours to work and two hours back (about 54 Kms totally). I suppose that figures..

Here's another in the 3-5-3 form-

sweaty back,
ragged bloodshot looks,
bus driver

hehehe, that was funny. Reminds me of a song... Luv your other two. So how does this work, do I start the next one using the last work from your poem? If so, which? Or is this a free form, whatever you want, haiku thread?

LOL.I get the feeling it's pretty hot there!(Wherever you are...) We're not even close to summer weather yet,but I'm game.  :^)

Kortalouche,I guess you should just pick one of the last words used and then write one in 5-7-5 or 3-5-3...

American Non Sequitur Society - "We may not make sense, but we do like pizza"
 

Commuting Not my favorite Exhaust fumes. -or- Driver park the car Get out and go for a walk Then sip a cool drink. --- okay, so I suck at making decisions. Sue me. ;^P

Fumes of smoke,
Pervade my senses,
Wheeze,cough, choke.

-or-

Drink sweet lemonade
Under a pink setting sun
And tangerine sky.

Vacillation is my middle name! ;^P

"There are three kinds of death in this world. There's heart death, there's brain death, and there's being off the network." -- Guy Almes

ode to the wind here,

for it never stops unless

it's above 85

Great Haiku everyone! Sorry it took a while for me to get back; time zones are funny-when I'm asleep, others are awake.

I intentionally didn't mention about the last word/letter being the next one's starter because i wanted to leave more freedom, but if you want to use the last word/letter to start your next one- go ahead. Only the theme is constant - 'Summer'

Here's another-

brooding heat,
the sun's weight crushes;
tempers fray

Hi Hanevi.

I thought that's how this was done....using the last word.

While I think having more freedom is a great idea,I actually like the challenge of having to use the last word,and often it's inspirational to me.So I will use your last word...even though it's a toughie,lol.

Fray my frazzled nerves
Fried pavement and sticky seats
Desp'rate for a breeze.

Hi Marlene!

You know, I like the challenge. The last word and keep within the topic... I like it, though it's tougher.

Vivid imagery, yours! :) That's what's happening to me everyday.

parched wind, warm,
searching wistfully
for wetness

Everyday?I don't envy you.It's still jacket weather here.I guess I should be grateful. :^)

Wetness,sweet respite
Penetrating,reviving
Summer shower's bliss.

I love that! I can just feel it!

bliss...i dream..
to waken rudely
in heat haze

:sad:

Sorry, I didn't use breeze in the last one. I started with it, and then it changed without my remembering that 'breeze' was the first word. Sorry!

Ok I'm out of here on my way home. I'll come back in tomorrow. Do keep going with the posts. :)

summer dog:
beware the lick of
hot, dry tongue

with that i

bid farewell to this

little thread

Tongue a cold ice-cream,
As you sit upon the beach,
Watching your skin burn.

--

Marlene, I too am rugged up in several layers of sweaters, for here in Sydney, Australia, the remaining few leaves of crimson and gold are blown gently to the ground by the fading breath of Autumn.
Where might you be from?

Hi Drekinn.What a lovely description.I'm in New York.We've had a few warm days,but it's still rather cool,here.It's usually warmer this time of year...but the weather never seems to be what it used to be,these days.Is the weather freaky in your hemisphere,as well?

Life is like an analogy.

Kiss moist, parted lips Bodies molded together Our Summer fling ____________ Strange, I thought I had posted one right before hanevi's last one...oh well.

Fling away your armor
Summer's passion quickly burns
And cools oh too soon.

"Soon," whispers a voice "Later," croons yet another Lazy summer days...

Days of heat and fire
Consuming waves overwhelm
Rippling the air.

Absolutely great!

I love these Haiku! I thought the thread had stopped; I'm so glad it didn't.

Air, dry with longing,
Now with myriad droplets,
Sings a green, new song

It rained this morning, and the street outside is flooded with black, gutter water, but how green the trees are.

Air filled with perfume
Orange blossom,jasmine,rose
Linger like lovers.

Love yours too!Glad you came back!

Oh lovely! You caught something so oriental in yours.

lovers of coolness
gave one glad cry this morn, now
silenced by the Sun

The sun's out now and hotter than ever before. :sad:

Sun and pink-stained sky
Burst of glory as she goes
Like a kiss goodbye.

Thank you.It's night here,so I still have sunset on my mind.Tonight's was glorious!

goodbye summer day,
now under a darkling sky,
warm, diamonds bright

I can imagine. It's strange, the power of words...I can almost feel the oppressiveness of the summer here lift reading your Haiku.

I'll be heading home soon for the weekend. I may not be able to access the net over the next two days. If so, I hope the thread will continue; reading some of these beautiful Haiku helps me handle the heat. :) And connect with people. :)

Bright eyes do wander Roving 'round steamy jungle Hidden in shadow.

Shadow cloak of night
Shields sweet clandestine kisses
Neath the summer moon.

LOL.I seem to be fixating on this summer love thing!:blushing:

Moon of waxing charm,
Lunar sibling of the sun,
Cools the dry baked land.

Marlene,
The weather down-under is unfortunately on par with this time of year: icy-cold dawns and dusks with sporadic drizzle and bone-chilling winds in between; the warmth has long since packed its bags and is no doubt looming menacingly above you now, preparing its onslaught for a long hot summer. Still, I'd sooner be fried to a crisp than snap-frozen.
:ohmy:

land of burning sun,
ploughmen break your twisted earth,
watered by their sweat

Sweat beads on my brow
Drips into my burning eyes
Aching for relief.

Not my best.Sorry.   :^(

Drekinn:Snap frozen?LOL.You sure have a way with words!

I guess you didn't think it was my best,either,Kortalouche.LOL.

Oops, my mistake. I missed the 2nd page. Yours is great. =] ---- Relief covers me Escape from hot and dust A dip in the pool.

Pool of dripping sweat,
Which streams from your every pore,
Wish I'd brought a towel.

--

Thanks Marlene. Talking about words... ...  it could use some there to replace the cobwebs.

Ooops, beaten to it twice already. I must be quicker.  :tongue1:
Marlene got in first already, so let's go with 'sun'.

Sun, infuse my skin Impart cherubic red glow Sunburned but happy.

'Shore wish I had me an ice cold glass of lemon tea. That'd be mighty fine... ---- Sorry, just had to be a little humorous. Luv that last one of yours Marlene, and the photo.

Thanks Kortalouchay.
I liked your idea of adding the occasional photo...

Fine...be humorous.
Summer is also for fun
So why the heck not?

LOL.

Up over the hill
In a sweet-scented garden
Waits my summer love.

Love between Not a shallow pool Plunge deeper.

Deeper than the sea
My love grows ever stronger
Like the summer sun.

I don't believe I actually missed the second page all this time!!! (kicking myself)

You guys have been writing some fantastic ones here.

ok here it is-

sun weeping;
tears of scorching gold
colour me bronze

Sorry to whoever's going to do the next one. :]

I love the funny ones too.

Bronze patterns of light
Lay across the forest floor
And dance in the wind.

No problem,Hanevi. I like yours, too.:^)

Wind of burning heat,
Like an open blast furnace,
Blows and cooks you crisp.

Crisp as the branches
Fallen from the thirsty trees
Snapping underfoot.

Sorry.'Underfoot' may be a tad difficult...

Underfoot crunch leaves,
A grave of sun-baked victims,
Charred and left for dead.

--

Oh my, how tragic! :ohmy:

Dead petals fall silent Magnolia blooms turn to seed Crimson an vital. ________ Oops, now there is a touch one to follow, heheh. Tragic indeed Tom.

vital signs of life
colour my T-shirted back,
embarrassment seeps

But finally it's far too hot to really worry about how one's sweat looks. ;]