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May 11, 2007

the f/k/a Mother’s Day haiku collection

Filed under: Uncategorized — David Giacalone @ 2:02 pm

 

   On this page, you will find haiku and senryu that present mothers and Mother’s Day from many perspectives.  They are written by f/k/a’s Honored Guest Poets.  Click the link to find the archive for each poet whose work appears on this page.

 

 

catching a firefly
   & letting it go…
mother’s day

 

 

 the groundskeeper rests
        against her stone…
   mother’s day

 

 

i follow her recipe,
  but something’s missing…
      mother’s day

 

……. by ed markowski

 

spring sun
warm on my back
mother’s day

Sunday morning –
humming a tune
my mother taught me

 

evening class
a toddler comes in
with her mother

 

cutting the moon cake
just like my mother
Mid Autumn Festival

silence
the baby finds
the breast

……………………. Yu Chang from Upstate Dim Sum

 

mother’s day
a nurse unties
the restraints

 

from here
to there
mother’s silence

 

blossom viewing—
mother shrinks deeper
into her shawl

 

ice patch
the surprising strength
of mother’s grip

 

………… by roberta beary
“mother’s day” - The Heron’s Nest VII:2; Big Sky: RMA 2006
“blossom viewing” - Hon. Mem, Vancourver Cherry Blossom Festival 2007
“from here” -  2nd Place, Penumbra Haiku Contest 2006
“ice patch” - “ice patch” - The Heron’s Nest VIII:4 (Dec. 2006)

 

Mother’s Day
the florist adds kisses
to my card

 

mother’s email
X’s after
the :-)

 

for a second time
eight candles
on mother’s birthday cake

……………. by Hilary Tann - Upstate Dim Sum 
 

standing here
at this window, remembering mother
standing here

 

all through
his temper tantrum
her calm

 

……………… by Tom Clausen
“standing here” - from standing here (1998)
“all through”  from Homework (2000)

April –
the bare navel
of a swollen belly

 

Mother’s Day
that first breath of air
outside the door

 

World History
my mother’s
margin notes

 

children’s gardens
all the scarecrows
dressed like mom

……………. by John Stevenson - Upstate Dim Sum
except: “Mother’s Day” - from Quiet Enough

winter sunset
buttoning mother’s coat
up to her chin

 

 

starless night
she knows he is
one of her sons

 

so suddenly winter
baby teeth at the bottom
of the button jar

 

…………… by Carolyn Hall
“winter sunset” - Frogpond XXVIII: 3
“starless night” - Frogpond XXVIII:2 (2005)

 

the daughter taps flour
into a mixing bowl . . .
mother’s apron tight

 

 

 

cool evening . . .
mother takes me by the arm
from grave to grave

 

…………… by randy brooks
“the daughter” - ” - School’s Out (1999)
“cool evening” - from Haiku: A Poet’s Guide

 

 

mother-in-law…
he adjusts the sprinkler
for the fourth time

 

new pink sneakers –
grandma’s porch step
still creaks

 

 

 

faded recipe. . .
peeling apples
with grandma

 

 

………… by Laryalee Fraser
“new pink sneakers” - clouds peak #2
“faded recipe. . .”  - The Heron’s Nest (Vol. VIII 2006)

 

morning milking
the white
of mother’s breast

 

 

dead calf
a mother licks
the wind  

………. by alice frampton
“morning milking” - New Resonance 3; Haiku Canada Newsletter XVI:3
“dead calf” - The Heron’s Nest (Sept. 2005)

 

Mother’s Day
a bit of shell
in the chowder

………….. by paul m - tug of the current & Modern Haiku 35:3

mother-daughter
   small talk
   snap beans

for her mother
bluets
root and all

 

………….. by Peggy Lyles - To Hear the Rain

 

 

Mother Day alone
arranging roses
with no scent

 

after her death
composing roses
instead of words

…………….. by Pamela Miller Ness

Mom’s sunburnt back . . .
first the youngest touches it,
the the eldest

………………………….. by randy brooks - School’s Out (1999)

mom makes
grandma’s holiday soup -
steam and tears

 

Mother’s Day visit
  bringing home her smile
                    and her frown

………………………………………. by dagosan

 

HaigaTulipsGS   orig. haiga at MagnaPoets (May 10, 2007)     

grayskies
on mother’s day -
grandma’s favorite park

poem: david giacalone
photo: arthur giacalone

 

1 Comment »

  1. david,
    i’m at work, otherwise i’d of emailed these to you. at any rate a little
    different perspective on mother’s day and motherhood. these poems are for my wife and daughter.
    ed markowski

    girls night out
    the bars
    of baby’s crib

    diaper changed
    her eyes follow
    a passing cloud

    mother’s day
    the toddler’s
    muddy handprints

    Comment by ed markowski — May 11, 2007 @ 8:12 pm

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