moonless night--
the smell of the pond
in the bull frog’s cry

—Martin Gottlieb Cohen

About the author: Martin Cohen was born in the South Bronx somewhere on Simpson Street, went to a Yeshiva on East Broadway and Canal Street, and then lived in the South of Brooklyn, the South of Long Island, The Southern Tier of Upstate New York, The South of Manhattan, and finally South Jersey in Egg Harbor.

Martin's e-mail address: martin1223 at comcast dot net

Martin also has a weblog.


Responses to the haiku for 6 May 2005 by Martin Gottlieb Cohen

    kate (chrismomxyz at yahoo dot com)
    2005-05-06 17:53:31

    umbrella by the door;
    wet cat

    2005-05-06 19:35:14

    twilight chorus
    song of the whippoorwill
    distant in the wood

    john tiong chunghoo
    2005-05-07 00:57:20

    moonless night
    scent of her newly washed laundry
    trails the air

    2005-05-07 06:25:14

    Moon lights up.
    Endless venom.
    Another hateful dinnertime.

    wing tse ling
    2005-05-07 16:23:44

    ok, but one that seems to have been written
    a tousand times before. always nice to see work
    in this genre that breaks new ground. too
    many moon pieces and too many frog pieces as
    it is let alone to combine these two tired
    images in one piece.

    red moon
    an old man recalls
    how mao slayed the dragon

    one moon
    it wobbles in the window
    of tang's opium parlor

    Ed Schwellenbach
    2005-05-09 07:58:29

    Martin's poem is not about the moon. Perhaps, it is not about the frog. It could be about the the smell of the pond ... and it very artfully uses the changing of the senses--sound of the cry to smell of the pond--to make this a very noteworthy haiku.

    I like your poems, but in and effort to "break ground," you moved to senryu. Perhaps your tidium is not with moon and frogs but with haiku. ?

    Regards, Ed

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-05-09 22:04:32

    ed, i wonder; for lack of, even this brings thoughts of.

    bob's rendition

    dark covered moon -
    pond's aroma
    bull frog groan

    and yet, finding ourselves covered in darkness, who knows what fills our minds, enhanced by whatever fills the air

    could this moonless night be about a moment of despair, held captive, as i'd like to think; or was martin's haiku simply a snapshot in the dark, without regards to what was really going on

    2005-05-16 15:28:56

    spring scented salad
    there's a reason they call it
    skunk cabbage

    2009-03-04 06:42:59

    snow white, this ibis
    'longside the cracked sidewalk--
    this dirty snow