Book of the Week: Wild Again: Selected Haiku of Nina Wicker
Nina Wicker was born in Caswell County, North Carolina, in 1927. She founded a literary journal, Manna, which she edited and produced from 1980 to 1993. A review of her poetry states that “Nina Wicker’s haiku vividly depict the farms, woods, animals, bodies of water, people and graveyards of North Carolina. These are haiku that objectively reveal insights into the natural world.” Where Pelicans Fly is also by Nina and is in the Digital Library.
sun through stained glass
scent of her perfume
passes with the plate
opening the beach house
smell of the old sea
and the new
watching my daughter
watch her daughter
miss the basket
new moon
the empty swing
fills with leaves
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I love this!! My grandmother could see the beauty and joy in the people and places around her better than anyone I know. Which in turn made HER beautiful beyond words, in my eyes. I needed this:). – a well blessed granddaughter.
I know my grandma for long time and I used to spend time with her the next day my dad took me to visit her and she talk to me all the time I remember her before she pass I talk to her how I love her so much and take care of me I miss her so much she is my best friend and best grandmother she my angel
Thanks for that comment, Mimi. We miss Nina here in North Carolina. This weathergram of Nina’s haiku is one of my favorites:
https://lilaf.smugmug.com/Poetry/Haiku-In-the-Breeze-2012/i-bMxV99h/A
Thank you for that link, dear Dave. It just brightened my morning 100%! Such fabulous haiku photographed so wonderfully!
well, today my favorite poem, because of timing (one of my friend is struggling with being the mother of a mother…) is:
watching my daughter
watch her daughter
miss the basket
Mimi, thank you for your kind words. I am the granddaughter who as you read missed the basket. Fortunately for me I gained a lifetime of knowledge through my grandmother’s poetry.