Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

My mom reads poetry to me

My mom called this morning to read poetry to me. Yep. Sounds pretty perfect, doesn't it?

Mom belongs to a couple of active women's clubs .. and a book club. She's busy. A member of one of her clubs asked others to write haiku for a meeting at the end of October.

Leaves turning golden
Days becoming shorter now
Summer has escaped.

That's Joycie's haiku. "It just came really fast," she said. Don't you love when writing works like that? She told me also that her clubmate had mistakenly said haiku is 7-5-7. Mom knew better than that. Hers is the traditional 5-7-5 count.
Wikipedia tells me that the Japanese say haiku has 17 moras (or on), in three phrases of 5, 7, and 5 moras respectively. Although haiku are often stated to have 17 syllables, this is inaccurate as syllables and moras are not the same. ... but I digress.
Regular readers here will remember that my mom and I shared a love of haiku before. In April, we wrote a poem for the Denver Post's weekly haiku contest: Bonded by daylight and the prospect of winning

During our talk today, my mom read this week's Denver Post haiku winner's piece to me:

Dad favors cherry
I prefer coconut cream
Will heaven have pie?


Mom, you can call anytime. Especially if you want to read poetry. And, yes, my heaven has pie. Back atcha, babe:

Mom, call anytime
with stories of pain or joy
always love haiku


Robin, Tempe

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Bonded by daylight and the prospect of winning


Daylight

A sliver of sun
Window of hope and promise
We begin again


The Denver Post has a haiku contest. While visiting my mom in Denver recently, I spotted it in her paper. She had never noticed the feature in which readers are asked to write a haiku-style poem that fits a weekly theme.

I wrote the haiku you see here. The theme was Daylight. I entered it into the Post's contest. My mom and I were a team.

I entered under her name and she kept an eye on the paper to see if we won. We didn't. We thought my haiku was just smashing. But some woman across town won for a poem that we both agreed was far inferior.

Oh well. My mom and I had lots of fun being bonded by the written word, the newspaper and the potential of being winners.


Robin, Tempe, Arizona


Photos by Flickr users: December Sunset by FictionalFuture, Spring Blossoms by Pink Sherbert, and Parallel Worlds by aloshbennett
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