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August 17, 2006

our home team at bat

Filed under: Haiku or Senryu — David Giacalone @ 10:09 pm

Frankly, the ides of August have found haikuEsq and dagosan mired in the sloth of summer — poetry has been as difficult to birth as punditry.  To no one’s surprise, however, our energetic Honored Guest and haijin friend Ed Markowski has returned from a haiku vacation as inspired and productive as ever. 

napperStump   It’s a lot easier to nap-in-peace with guys like Ed on deck or at bat.  Here are some of his recently-penned one-breath gems:

           the black lab’s bark descends
               into a whimper





i lose control
of the jigsaw


               lazy afternoon
                  i even toss the keepers
                    back into the stream


                           summer night
            two moths flutter down a moonbeam
                          to the porchlight


summer sunset
   my grandson’s right hand
        popsicle orange





               the buzz of electricity
                 surging through the power lines





   a fly circles
       & settles elsewhere



Of course, baseball is never far from Ed’s mind in at bat
summer — and, in this year of the miraculous
Tigers — perhaps even well into fall.

little league
   the third baseman
        distracted by his mother




 beer league softball
       a pitch down the middle
              brushes the batter’s stomach


                                   hazy moon
                  a cloud of dust drifts from third base
                            to the pitcher’s mound     


EdMarkowski  . . . . by Ed Markowski  
f/k/a‘s Baseball Haiku Page is always available, if
you need to connect to your inner shortstop.  You’ll
find a couple dozen baseball haiku and senryu by
Ed Markowski, along with a selection from quite a
few members of the f/k/a Haiku Team.  For example:



bases loaded
a full moon clears
the right field fence
the foul ball lands 
in an empty seat
summer’s end


. . . by Tom Painting 
“bases loaded” from the haiku chapbook piano practice     
“the foul balls lands”- Modern Haiku 35:2


empty baseball field
a dandelion seed floats through
the strike zone


score tied
both team jerseys look the same
in the August twilight

                      infielder   . . . by George Swede from Almost Unseen



behind in the count –
“Skip” spits and stares
my nephew’s fastball –
I hand back his glove
and keep the sting  
. . . by Barry George
“my nephew’s fastball” –  bottle rockets #11
 ”behind in the court” – tinywords


of the old man’s
my so-called friends
send in my sister
to pinch-hit for me

 . . . by John Stevenson 
 ”extra innings” – Quiet Enough
“sting” – Upstate Dim Sum (2005/II)


BringThemHomeNow  yard sign punditry


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