"Fireflies at Ochanomizu" by Kobayashi KiyochikaHaiku and Limericks by Joe Tessitore The Society August 22, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Haiku and Senryu, Humor, Poetry 4 Comments Haiku When a newborn cries, locked in a room by itself, does it make a sound? Fog enshrouds the night. Woven in the heavy mist, a thread of fireflies. In Time – a Limerick When a beautiful moment transpires, In the midst of the smoke and the fires, All the sands in the glass Irretrievably pass With the heat of impassioned desires. Two Limericks My gender was never assigned, so now I must make up my mind. I can do as God planned or take matters in hand and risk going totally blind. There once was a used-to-be man, whose surgeon said “Yes dear, you can!” Though it’s hard to believe he in fact did conceive darling daughters named Harry and Stan! Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 4 Responses C.B. Anderson August 23, 2019 The best humor comes with a pointed barb, with which you have provided your two limericks. Their meter was a nice alternation of catalectic amphibrachs and proper anapests. Reply Joe Tessitore August 23, 2019 Thanks, C.B. Reply James A. Tweedie August 23, 2019 I’m heading straight for my dictionary. By the way, I especially enjoyed the haikus. A poetic form not often seen here. The phrase, “a thread of fireflies” woven into the mist is wonderfully evocative. David Watt August 24, 2019 I particularly like the limerick “In Time” for the concluding lines of: “All the sands in the glass Irretrievably pass With the heat of impassioned desires.” Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.