Victor Ortiz lives in Bellingham, WA, with his wife Mimi, fairly recent transplants to the Pacific Northwest (Cascadia) from San Pedro, CA. For Victor haiku is not only a literary form that he enjoys writing but it provides him with yet another way to explore life and make discoveries with others.
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Love this haiku. It does feel like that but I never ever thought of it the way you just described so beautifully.
Thanks, Victor.
I remember when living in Queensland, Australia, that the frogs would be inside the plumbing and not just outside the 'Queenslander' house. It was a very comforting feeling. I did write a poem about them, but here's one as a tribute not only to cane toads but all toads too! :-)
*
the rhythm of rain
a toad sleeps deep
with her moon
Alan Summers
Publication Credit: Brass Bell: a haiku journal curated by Zee Zahava
Moon Haiku issue: Wednesday, October 1, 2014
I see you mentioned tree frogs in another comment. I still remember visiting Mission Beach rainforest, Queensland, at the dead of night, and a tree frog landed straight onto my biro ballpen that was in my shirt top pocket.
Life in Queensland was taken up by all sorts of frogs, and of course the amazing cane toads.
leaf wind
just enough frogs
to catch a pond
after Pliny the Elder; Ry?kan; and Bash?
Alan Summers
Living by the sea in Ireland, I never hear frogs, Victor, so can only imagine the moment you describe, but it is so well depicted I can almost feel it! :-)
Love this haiku. It does feel like that but I never ever thought of it the way you just described so beautifully.
Thanks, Victor.
Thank you MaryJo. The frogs (in my case, the tree frogs) will soon be with us again this spring! Vale, Victor
Very nice Victor. You’ve captured the entire sensation of that last moment of light!
A very special sensation, indeed! Thank you Peggy.
Vale, Victor
Now I want my body to echo with frog song . . . any tips? Live near a pond? Well done, Victor.
Near a pond or creek, John. I'm sure you will succeed!
Victor
last light
my body echoes
with frog song
—VICTOR ORTIZ
I remember when living in Queensland, Australia, that the frogs would be inside the plumbing and not just outside the 'Queenslander' house. It was a very comforting feeling. I did write a poem about them, but here's one as a tribute not only to cane toads but all toads too! :-)
*
the rhythm of rain
a toad sleeps deep
with her moon
Alan Summers
Publication Credit: Brass Bell: a haiku journal curated by Zee Zahava
Moon Haiku issue: Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Very nice, Alan! Thank you for sharing!
Victor
Victor,
I see you mentioned tree frogs in another comment. I still remember visiting Mission Beach rainforest, Queensland, at the dead of night, and a tree frog landed straight onto my biro ballpen that was in my shirt top pocket.
Life in Queensland was taken up by all sorts of frogs, and of course the amazing cane toads.
leaf wind
just enough frogs
to catch a pond
after Pliny the Elder; Ry?kan; and Bash?
Alan Summers
Samobor Haiku Meeting 25th anniversary anthology (Croatia, 2017)
first stars—
along the river road
choirs of peepers
KLP
Thank you Kathe for sharing! When they in sing in chorus, the peepers do sound numberless.
Vale!
Victor
This is a great description of it. Nice!
Thank you, Seren!
Victor
Victor, a wonderful end of day haiku.
Thanks, Greg! It is an amazing way to end a spring day, with the tree frogs singing in the creek at the back of our house. Lucky us!
Vale,
Victor
Living by the sea in Ireland, I never hear frogs, Victor, so can only imagine the moment you describe, but it is so well depicted I can almost feel it! :-)
marion
excellent