The last line was an attempt to create a juxtaposition—turn about of a thought—which is typical of haikus. When I open the oven door hot air hits me in the face, like stepping out the door on a hot summer day. Thanks for reading and commenting, Betty.
Thank you, Betty. I sincerely appreciate your input! The writer always knows more about what they want to say than the reader does. I want my micro poetry to be understood at first reading.
I don’t think I have ever heard the cicada sound up here?? The oven door made sense to me The word heat makes sense as I am always opening the oven door when I shouldn’t.
I actually look for that “turn about of a thought” in a haiku because my mind thinks that way. That drove my philosophy teacher nuts (I sense he secretly liked it) in college.
The cicadas seem to love the heat down here. I believe our kind bury themselves in the ground for up to 16 years before emerging to make a racket for a few weeks.
I think I would look for a ground treatment that only affected those little buggers. Here I have white grubs eating the roots of everything in the garden. I dig for them as the fish love them for bait more than the regular worms.
Thank you, Beth. I made an audio recording for Gary today and sent it to him. Would you believe they don’t have deafening cicadas in Northern Minnesota?! Oh well, we don’t have black bears where I live.
Thank you for sharing!
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Amazing picture. I am not sure what “opened oven door” means. You heard them while making dinner?
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The last line was an attempt to create a juxtaposition—turn about of a thought—which is typical of haikus. When I open the oven door hot air hits me in the face, like stepping out the door on a hot summer day. Thanks for reading and commenting, Betty.
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The last line was successful!
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You are kind, Betty. I just read the poem to Nancy and she didn’t get the last line either.☺️ Some of my haikus turn out better than others.
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I edited one word, changing “breeze” to “heat”. Maybe this will set up my final thought better. Thank you for your input.
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Most of the time when I read poetry, I don’t have a clue! 🙂 I still like your haiku.
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Thank you, Betty. I sincerely appreciate your input! The writer always knows more about what they want to say than the reader does. I want my micro poetry to be understood at first reading.
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I don’t think I have ever heard the cicada sound up here?? The oven door made sense to me The word heat makes sense as I am always opening the oven door when I shouldn’t.
I actually look for that “turn about of a thought” in a haiku because my mind thinks that way. That drove my philosophy teacher nuts (I sense he secretly liked it) in college.
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The cicadas seem to love the heat down here. I believe our kind bury themselves in the ground for up to 16 years before emerging to make a racket for a few weeks.
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I think I would look for a ground treatment that only affected those little buggers. Here I have white grubs eating the roots of everything in the garden. I dig for them as the fish love them for bait more than the regular worms.
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Spot on David! The cicadas are one of my favorite sounds and the announcers that midsummer has arrived.
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Thank you, Beth. I made an audio recording for Gary today and sent it to him. Would you believe they don’t have deafening cicadas in Northern Minnesota?! Oh well, we don’t have black bears where I live.
Thank you for sharing!
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Hope he enjoys the cicada serenade:)
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