bald tires
she still runs
after 11 years
Jeremiah Curry
dad’s Chevy Bel Air
beauty as she sits
turtle would win the race
Alison Kite
washing dishes
the chipped teacup
still my favorite
Jennifer Dial
So, with this one, the winner. It still gets me. When I hear this Haiku, I think of my childhood at first. How young girls play tea cups and tea parties with their mother or fathers. How the innocence of it and the possible old hand-me-down glasses from an antique store. I imagine she is older now. But she still has that tea set, one the cups sit in her cupboard. She sees the glass, even though it may be worn, chipped, or faded . . . it means so much to her. It’s a staple of her childhood, the good times, her mother, and the innocence. It brings her back to the love of a parental figure. She stares at it, grateful and peaceful. I personally get this feeling, as I too had a tea set that was passed down to me. There is just something special about those memories and this haiku does a great job capturing it perfectly. Alison Kite, July 2019
This is by far my favorite haiku out of the whole bunch. It to me means a lot of different things. One thing that really hits me with is that no matter what this teacup looks like, out of all the rest of the teacups this one is whoever’s favorite. With its flaws and all this one will always stand out to that person. I think this can relate to real life situations as well like people not upgrading because they love what they already have and it fits their needs just fine. I feel like to my son, I am this teacup. No competition or comparisons to him mother but I feel like I am the chipped teacup and he will always want me no matter what is out there. Jeremiah Curry, July 2019
ketchup stains
ball still comes off my
cleats just the same
Jeremiah Curry
bald tires
she still runs
after 11 years
washing dishes
the chipped teacup
still my favorite
washing dishes
the chipped teacup
still my favorite
top quarter champion
TOP half Chamption
washing dishes
the chipped teacup
still my favorite
bottom quarter champion
old book barn
smell of old bindings
comforting my soul
dad’s glass ash tray
cracked now holds
my memories and loose change
old book barn
smell of old bindings
comforting my soul
old dresser
the squeaky drawer
holds my memories
Jennifer Dial
dad’s glass ash tray
cracked now holds
my memories and loose change
Alison Kite
old book barn
smell of old bindings
comforting my soul
Alison Kite
I love how this haiku engages many of the senses. I immediately pictured “the book barn” a book store in forsyth that I frequent. I feel like we are imagining the same smell and we experience the same comfort that the smell of old books brings. Jennifer Dial, July 2019
This is another haiku that is relatable to experiences. I think this one first hand is pretty personable because you can smell the building without you even being there. Another thing that makes this amazing is that you know imaginations and thoughts are endless and for people who love adventures or love making their mind wander, this is the perfect place for that. No wonder that it comforts your soul. Jeremiah Curry, July 2019
patchwork quilt
worn to rags
smells like grammie’s house
Jennifer Dial
TOP half champion
washing dishes
the chipped teacup
still my favorite
CHAMPION
washing dishes
the chipped teacup
still my favorite
BOTTOM half champion
home alone
a small house
feels huge
Jennifer Dial
room so big
I am the largest
attitude
Jeremiah Curry
you call them demons
I call them friends
the only ones who ever stayed
Alison Kite
money is gone
everyone around is
too
Jeremiah Curry
home alone
a small house
feels huge
you call them demons
I call them friends
the only ones who ever stayed
you call them demons
I call them friends
the only ones who ever stayed
top quarter champion
BOTTOM half Chamption
5am
before the world wakes
she answers to no one
bottom quarter champion
5am
before the world wakes
she answers to no one
5am
before the world wakes
she answers to no one
alone at last
I dance around the house
in my underwear
morning
I walk to my bed
at 6am
Jeremiah Curry
5am
before the world wakes
she answers to no one
Alison Kite
What I like about this haiku is the feeling of stillness that I get when I read it. I imagined myself up before anyone else, the whole house quiet, still dark outside, enjoying some alone time and a cup of coffee. Jennifer Dial, July 2019
carving the turkey
one place setting
my compliments to me
Alison Kite
alone at last
I dance around the house
in my underwear
Jennifer Dial