Haibun Seeking Edits & Responses
Haiku Writing Roundtable--Haibun Attempts, Fall 2006
I have many memories with friends. I think of when we make homemade pizzas and gather in the living room, play board games, watch movies, and just enjoy being around each other. I like being at school on the weekends with my friends, but also enjoy going home at fall break and gathering with my old friends for Halloween. Carving pumpkins and reminiscing over old times. The kitchen is warm from hot cocoa, apple cider, caramel apples, and cookies. Just lots of old memories and embarrassing stories being shared. Enjoying the old times and realizing how fast time is going by. Beginning to feel old and wondering how I got where I am at now? When did I become a “grown up?” Fun but also realizing that we are grown now and just trying to enjoy the time we have together instead of rushing through all of our stress from school or work. |
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old dirt path black satin flash left in a hurry |
friends laughing sips of hot cocoa uncontrolled laughter |
As children, my two brothers and I always spent summer evenings hunting “lightning bugs”. Because it was getting to be dark outside, we were constrained by our yard’s boundaries. Somehow, the fireflies knew to cross into our neighbor’s yards to save themselves. I remember sitting on our porch watching the lights blinking next door, while our yard remained dark. Since there were no lightning bugs to chase, we usually requested a snack to eat while we watched them dance in other yards. Many times, we sat in our pajamas, eating fruit. Sometimes juicy watermelon, other times apples or strawberries. We would sit outside telling scary stories an enjoying being kids. Often, our parents joined in. They would tell us stories about their childhoods. I think that this is what I miss most about being a child. fireflies and childhood memories lightning bugs |
My mom and two of her friends are very close. They gather and go out for each other’s birthdays, they go to the show together- they’re just bested of friends. They do everything together. The times that are really special are when they get together for the holidays. These two haiku make me remember of the times her two friends come to the house. First of all, our house is about fifty some years old so that means that you can hear noises and sounds from outside. I know when someone drives into our driveway and I can hear them talking walking up to the house so I know they’re here. Right out of the car I can hear them laughing from something they were talking about in the car and usually it is I that opens the door for them so after I give out my hugs and kisses my mom enters the room and that’s when the fun starts. Right off the back they begin crackin’ up as they enter the kitchen. They sit down and conversate at the kitchen table as my mom fix them plates. Usually I’m in there at the beginning when they eat then after that I leave and go to my room and they stay at that table all night or they move back into the front room and stay there forever. Good times, good times. eating with aunties hugs & kisses hello |
A few years ago for Christmas I bought my friend and I tickets to see a musical in Chicago. We went there early to play in a concert, and then enjoy the city for the day. Once we got there, I discovered she had never been in the city before. We went all over, going in stores (Though never buying), and she enjoyed many firsts that day. One of them was going through her first revolving door. Another was seeing a panhandler. The whole week after that, though she kept talking about the revolving doors, and how she went through seventeen of them that day. We had performed in front of over a thousand people, we saw Tim Curry, and met Hank Azaria, and all she could talk aobut was the revolving doors! Finally I mentioned to her how I was bewildered at how she thought that was so cool in comparison and she explained to me that She knew everything else was going to happen, and ANYONE would have thought those were cool, but she got to enjoy something new and fresh that most people just see as part of everyday. laughter shines through curtains open- stading ovation given light snow for a |
My grandfather died when I was seven years old. After his death, I replaced him as my grandmother’s grave partner. Every Memorial Day, we went to Graceland Cemetery and walked from grave to grave. We removed old flowers from my grandfather’s, my Uncle Bob’s, and my cousin Nicole’s grave, replacing them with new brightly colored flowers. At each stop, my grandma held a short conversation, reviewing things that had occurred since our last visit; always remembering to mention that I was with her. Once we were done there, we traveled to Mt. Zion, IL to tend to the graves of my great-grandmother, great-grandfather, great-aunt, and two family friends. One ironic memory was that my grandfather always remembered his turn to the Mt. Zion cemetery by this small, plain white house. Not until after his death, my grandmother noticed the name of the street: Roberts. It was ironic because my grandfather’s name was Robert! I remember the talks that we had and I always promised that I would visit her grave everyday and I really could not wrap my mind around a life without my grandma. She passed away in 2003. I rarely find time to visit the cemetery. However, I think about her everyday. Sometimes, I wonder if she is disappointed. walking by a neglected grave Looking at a couple’s grave year after year; |
Early summer is the best time to catch fireflies because they are all finally starting to come back out, and it hasn’t gotten to hot out yet – there aren’t as many mosquitoes. They fill the air with their blips of light, moving around on a winding path. For my sisters and I, when I was younger, the first glow of a firefly was the first sign of the coming summer. Our lamp post had a light sensor on it and when the light came on, we had to come inside. If those fireflies or “lightning bugs” as we called them, were out, we begged our parents to let us stay out just a little bit longer to catch them. We would take old peanut butter jars or Cool Whip bowls or butter dishes (even peanut cans) and poke holes in the lids. Then we would go outside and catch as many lightning bugs as we could and put them in whatever container we had for that night. Then we would get grass and twigs and leaves and put them in the dish with the bugs so that they would have a playground and food for the night. They became our little pets for a while. If the dish was clear, we would watch them and see how often they lit up or what they did in the container, whether they ate the grass or climbed on the twigs or tried to get out through the lid. Sometimes, we would shake it around to see how they would react. Sometimes, we would sneak over into the neighbors yard to get lightning bugs from there because it looked like there were more over there. Even though I do not parade around my yard with a butter dish trying to start a collection of lightning bugs, I still catch them in the air every now and then and hold them on my hand until they fly away. It keeps me young. crickets chirp summer night a lightning bug! of course… a twig |
Jealousy is an emotion I often struggle with personally. I’m a competitive baton twirler, and sometimes I can be overwhelmingly competitive. Mind games abound. I remember Karrissa watching me do my three baton routine at nationals. She knew I had won two years prior and hadn’t competed the previous year. She watched me with her friend. Then, she did her routine flawlessly. I was jealous when she finished, forgetting that she may have problems that I would not want in her life. I was being purely egotistical at that point: i do It is her fault I falter. Pure and simple, the blame game. Blame and shame. I play the game, and I blame myself for not practicing. mo(u)rning I practice twirling in the mornings at the DISC, and I mourn my many drops. No one gets to the top without practice, and time is not currently on my side so practice=drops. Moving away, I’d like some universality here . . . Personal writing is great . . . but who in the heck understands it but the author. In my life, I’m jealous of my twirling teacher because she actually has students, and I’ve claimed that I would not take on any students because good business tactics deem that I don’t. mom hurries Andrea, oh Andrea! How funny that girl can be! I wrote that one for her. One year we all marched in Millikin’s homecoming parade, and she told me, “Amy, I ate fruit snacks for breakfast. That must’ve been 5-7 years ago. I get to work with Andrea tomorrow. Exciting stuff. I might tell her about this poem. I wonder if she remembers that moment . . . Probly not. a secret smile Ha, ha, ha! I guarantee you must be crazy to teach = your mind must dysfunction “far and wee like the crazy little balloon man.” Sorry ee cummings, i just butchered your line biiiiggggg time. That’s not what you meant, not what you meant at all. whatever! Okay, so I’m getting a bit crazy . . . Back to jealousy and fireflies and memories. No more tangents. jarred fireflies sister has |
In my opinion, a bonfire is one of the most memorable kind of group gathering that a person can have. There are so many great things that are encompassed within a bonfire. You have a gorgeous setting in nature during the fall season. It brings many friends close together, figuratively and literally because everyone has to be close to the fire. There is a lot of laughing and joking, but when there is a lull in the conversation everyone starts to get lost in the fire. Suddenly, all sorts of memories are popping up in your head, and you look back on a bunch of different things or look forward to the future. How many other kinds of parties can do those kinds of things all in one night? hot, wonderful cocoa in the flames fire extinguished |
The day after Thanksgiving. It is the largest shopping day of the year and my mom and I always get up at four in the morning to drive over to the big stores and wait in line so that we can get the early bird specials. It is one of the coldest mornings of the year for me, because not only is it cold because it is early, it is also cold because we have to wait outside in lines to enter the stores when they open. We make a day of it, going all over the place hitting up all the stores with the best deals, in a strategic order of course, and buying things for ourselves as well as trying to get our Christmas shopping done. It is such a fun day, even though it starts very early. Even though I detest winter and the cold weather, I will never be able to fully enjoy Christmas without a little snow. cozy couch busy stores open window frosted windows shining eyes |
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