picking strawberries
grandma’s rolled up sleeves reveal
pale tattooed numbers
far from home
an empty swing
half my size
my son and i
counting fireflies
counting stars
“far from home” – Frogpond XIX:3 (1996) (for Anita Virgil)
“picking strawberries” – Commended, Basho 300th Anniv. International Haiku Contest (1994); HIA (1996)
“my son and i” – First Prize, Penumbra (1999); included in The Thin Curve: RMA 1999
from dagosan:
sultry Sunday
freezer pops and
blue tongues
[July 17, 2005]
potluck buffet – closed for July
dave,
am on my lunch break at the hospital. just
checked your recent posting. of the poems
presented, your “harvest moon” piece stands
out like a harvest moon. it’s the best.
just wanted to let you know, those “wise
masters” you refer to ain’t got nothing
on you.
ed
hunting season…
my compass needle
points toward home
Comment by ed markowski — July 17, 2005 @ 7:30 pm
Hello, “Ed” a/k/a Mama G, Mom, I love the cheerleading, but you shouldn’t be assuming the identity of other Commentors in order to say nice thing about your youngest child. You should know that my harvent moon haiku was greatly improved thanks to the observations of Yu and John. It originally said: harvest moon / over Wal-Mart / a cartful of groceries. John and Yu’s reaction to the haiku helped me to conclude that mentioning Wal-Mart (even though that is where I saw the moon) brings an extra layer of connotations into the reader’s response that is likely to interfere with the primary notion of the poem. They’re “wise masters” and teachers in my book.
So, behave Mama, and thanks for caring so much.
p.s. Your haiku-crafting has reached a very high level and I like the gem you just left.
On the other hand, using haiku or senryu in public to get me to visit my parents more often is unfair. I already feel guilty enough.
Comment by David Giacalone — July 18, 2005 @ 10:43 am
dave,
what comprises a master?
how many attorneys open “perfects?”
how many doctors open “perfects?”
everybody’s just practicing, including
the “masters.”
mama g
after the arguement
restringing
the antique marionette mayfly spring 02
sardines
between
crackers
between
paychecks bottle rockets spring 03
Comment by ed markowski — July 19, 2005 @ 9:24 pm