That whole discussion is a pun, because “rare” is really about steak, right?
A Haiku is heard from a stoned dove.
From my favorite dictionary.
rare: def 2: Excellent; extraordinary.
I have shucked the moon / out of its black shell / with my prying eyes; / so I am tasting June / in its purest flavour coming through the skies / with a little squeeze of hell /
/ it’ll be over all too soon.
I really like the art in the first 4 panels.
Haiku are poems
That often don’t make much sense
Haiku is 5-7-5, not 6-8-6. So, not quite. But cute.
Have to say i enjoyed today’s Frazz. It gets both points across well.
However, According to a Japanese exchange student I once taught, haiku is built on the 5-7-5 pattern and refers directly or obliquely to nature or a season of the year. Rhyming is not a requirement.
As it is a very interesting art form I also recommend Britannica at https://www.britannica.com/art/haiku and several other sites, including Wikipedia.
I really like the little dandelion. Fills that corner nicely.
If a mountain top, you desire to reach, put on your pack, and take a haiku…
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there’s never a leaf nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature’s palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o’errun
With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
“What is so rare as a day in June
When the bull rushes out
And the cow slips about.”
While I’m on the subject, why do you have to hit “Return” TWICE to get a line break? I don’t think any other site on the Internet does that.
Great thought. Wonderful art!
Remember, you only get so many June 5ths in your lifetime, so appreciate this one while you can.
That’s “eight and two tenths” smart guy, not “eight point two”.
I don’t always like “Frazz,” but I think this is excellent.
My father passed away on this day nine years ago. He was a very nice fellow and he taught me so much, often without opening his mouth. In retrospect I love that he passed away in early June. On a wonderful sunny day like today, thinking about him brings happy thoughts.
The day is quite long
… ’Round the twenty-first of June
… … When summer begins.
The sun rises high
… Now that the solstice is here -
… … It’s summer for sure.
I see what you did / Starting out first with a poem / And then a Haiku.
So is iambic pentameter.
A Duotrain followed by a Haiku. Cute Jeff!
What is so rare as a day in June?A day in April? A day in September? A day in November?
When I was a child, my older brother (by four years) had a classmate named June who was — in today’s PC parlance, at least — a curvy gurl, so we always had fun with the phrase “June is bursting out all over.”
July 31, 2013