The
virtual on-line
one-handed clap haiku prize
goes to Roy's Haiku
(despite the fact
that it is not biologically correct):
the water between the grass.
Light runs towards my eyes.
Roy Blumenthal
the gelatinous frogs’ eggs
green, stinking, slimy
Karen van den Bergh
to a hot photonic tune --
afternoon opens
Judy Miller
A rich silence tonight.
Despite its wealth I see
nothing in detail.
Ken Barris
loud insects in a haze of
reflected photons
Mike Cope
sheds photons like frog spawn
fertilizing my eye.
Roy Blumenthal
clinging each to the other,
yearning for choc'late.
Roy Blumenthal