family reunion
droppings all around
the
kids table
Christian Zenon |
afternoon sand
seagulls compete for
a slice of bread
Conner Cloney |
morning school rush
the school bus
holds out its arm
Toni Macon |
on the bus
homemade beats
approaching our rival's field
Kailey Lyons
Back when i played football we would wait until we are about thirty minutes out and would start chanting. We would make anthems about how we would beat the team and make additions to the school song. This always gets me super excited i just can not wait and i even do it now in college. Christian Zenon, January 2019
Back in high school on the way to the game we used to make songs singing them out loud on the way to the game. That’s what hyped us up before the games, and also hyped us up after we won them too. It always a great feeling when you beat your rival team after a long week of hard fought practices and coaching riding our butts so they won’t get embarrassed as well. Von Johnson, January 2019
This haiku made my top three list because this is a memory that I share with the writer. I can relate to this haiku. This takes me back into my memory bank and think about all of my four years of high school. This make me think about memories from both sports I played. This haiku takes me back to the times in school when I was the happiest and thriving the most. Taron Jones, January 2019
This haiku is extremely personable and nostalgic to me. I picture a grandmother giving this ring to her grandson or a father giving it to his son after the death of his grandmother. This ring fit the grandmother perfect and will continue to be passed on through the family like clockwork. The boy has been hearing and looking at this ring all of his life and now it is finally time for him to give it to the love of his life. Kailey Lyons, January 2019 |
date?
pedicures?
my treat
Tyvon Johnson |
her scent
onions—
faints
Tyvon Johnson |
the french fries
are cold—
we gossip
Toni Macon |
every chair taken
plates full
mom smiles
Margaret Comerford
In this I imagine a very large family of older kids that don’t live in the house anymore or may be at college. The mother doesn’t get to see them all together too often so when she hears that they will all be in she makes an elaborate dinner of all of their favorite foods. It looks like thanksgiving because the amount of food on both the table and the kid’s plates. Once everyone is settled the mother cannot help but admire her children and picture them all as small children again. Kailey Lyons, January 2019 |
aged rocking chair
letting out. a consoling
creak
Christian Zenon
This Haiku immediately takes me to grandma’s house. I envision the aged rocking chair that sits peacefully on her porch. When I sit down in the chair it rings the familiar and heart warming creak. Usually creaks in chairs are annoying so I loved how this one was labeled as consoling. The period in the middle of the second line was something I haven't seen yet before. The momentary pause between the words allowed it to soak in. Where this author once sat with a beloved elder, perched on their knee, they now rock alone yet comforted by the memories. Maggie Comerford, January 2019 |
the chipped blue plate
in the china cabinet—
grandma’s urn
Toni Macon |
on a knee
with the same ring
generation to generation
Kailey Lyons
This haiku made me think about someone getting married with the same ring their ancestors wore when they got married. The “generation to generation” made me think about how families past down different jewelries especially weeding wings. Von Johnson, January 2019 |
like clockwork
he kneels with the ring
that hugged grandma’s finger
Margaret Comerford
This spoke to me as a generational ring. Moving like clockwork to me equals keeping the ring in rotation and passing it down. I find meaning in the wording of the ring that once hugged grandmas finger. Not on but a hug and that the ring was close to her. Christian Zenon, January 2019
This haiku is amazing, it uses time as a sense of happening again. It’s a repetition between generations to get engaged. After on generation has gotten engaged and lived their life, it’s time to turn it over to the next generation. This haiku also makes the reader know, that this has happened a not once, not twice, but at least three times and possibly going to continue to happen. Taron Jones, January 2019 |
rosary beads
on the empty desk
collecting dust
Christian Zenon |
missing eye
i hold him close
teddy
Margaret Comerford |
in the blizzard
dad’s snowshoes
laugh at me
Toni Macon |
her necklace
boomeranged
ocean
Tyvon Johnson |
