HAIKU DIALOGUE – Times of Transition – Becoming parents (1)
Times of Transition with Guest Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt
For the next few weeks let’s talk about Times of Transition. Arnold van Gennep and Viktor Turner explored these times of transition scientifically, because human existence is defined by them. So, together, let’s do the same – by reflecting on our lives. All of us experience periods in life when alteration takes place and we have to change too. Everything changes: the seasons, moods, the weather – there might even be times when the boundaries of right and wrong, of good and evil seem to change. We are caught in the middle of transition, becoming opaque like water in turmoil. Looking back, we hardly recognize our way up to the present; looking forward, our path seems to be foggy and uncertain. Sometimes we are challenged to let go of our former self to become someone new.
Below is Deborah’s selection of poems on the theme of Becoming parents:
mermaid’s purse—
the ultrasound confirms
her worst fearAdele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
bathing a newborn –
instruction manual
not includedAlan Harvey
Tacoma, WA
newborn baby –
the sea that connects
two distant coastsAljoša Vuković
Croatia
mini me –
i find the answers
deep withinAmoolya Kamalnath
India
she can finally
play with Barbie dolls –
it’s a girlAna Drobot
Romania
worrying we waited too long . . . miracle child
Ann Sullivan
Arlington MA USA
a cold space
in the cot …
I stroke your absenceAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
wrinkled newborn
we fight over who
he resembles moreBaisali Chatterjee Dutt
Kolkata, India
pregnant wife
kissing
the GlobeBakhtiyar Amini
Germany
what do you write
when words are not
enough?Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
Verona, Italy
upholstery buttons . . .
our toddler takes off
to outer spaceBarrie Levine
Massachusetts USA
newborn girl child
my mom’s puffy eyes tell me
a lot of talesBipasha Majumder (De)
India
wrapped in white—
my life since hasn’t had
enough roomBittor Duce Zubillaga
Basque Country
seed fluff
that never lands
her miscarriageBryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois
born into one
grown into another
familyBonnie J Scherer
Palmer, Alaska USA
february second
my son throws beans
and laughterCharles Harper
Yokohama
baby twins
one watches the other
being bathed twiceChen Xiaoou
Kunming, China
birthday cake
teaching a two year old
to blow out candlesCindy Putnam Guentherman
Illinois, USA
coastal fog
first time walking to school
aloneD. Huss
Santa Monica, California
after a hard fight –
Godzilla and T-rex
in the same toy boxDaniela Lăcrămioara Capotă
Romania
reemergence
from the ocean
riverDaya Bhat
India
wake
lulling our insecurities
with the babyDejan Pavlinović
Croatia
your foster Korean name
meant “calm shine”
you arrived loud and readyDiane Funston
Marysville, California
helplessly
watching him cry
month-oldDipankar Dasgupta
India
grandchildren
something else all my
friends will haveEavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA
to watch you breathe
so slowly
the cloud movesElisa Theriana
Indonesia
autumn leaves…
baby’s first steps
on red carpetFlorin C. Ciobica
Romania
delivery room
the silent agonies
of a helpless fatherHarrison Lightwater
Netherlands
violent shove
motherhood option
deletedJL Huffman
Blue Ridge Mountains of NC, USA
summer fading
I’ll never walk
them to schoolJenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona USA
my first husband
gazes through my son’s eyes
I try to forgetJenny Shepherd
London, UK
becoming a wife
and parent of two …
simultaneouslyJennifer Gurney
United States
every poem
we gave up on
needed a second imageJerome Berglund
Minneapolis, Minnesota
babble a baby this stream my mind
John S Green
Bethlehem, Palestine
moth dust
falling through moonlight
the remembered childJohn Hawkhead
United Kingdom
morning cafe—
the woman phones her son
for his grade reportJohn Zheng
Mississippi
a baby’ s kicking –
love and fear at
the same timeJovana Dragojlovic
Belgrade, Serbia
over a decade
how we beam at both
rescued dogsKanjini Devi
The Far North, Aotearoa NZ
playing house
my inner child always
was a motherKathabela Wilson
USA
not born to me
but at first glance he became
the child of my heartKathleen Cain
Arvada, CO
childless…
hugging
my catKeiko Izawa
Japan
first motherhood
a cherry
blossomsLakshmi Iyer
India
child’s first steps lollapalooza of my dreams
Lakshman Bulusu
Princetown, NJ, USA
never sure if it would last…
our decades
of childless marriageLaurie Greer
Washington, DC
soft stirrings
loving this start
of who you areLinda Ludwig
Inverness, Florida
childless
saddened by the loss
of a cactusLorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo
Bombon, Philippines
news of my pregnancy
the creases in
my mother’s browLori Kiefer
London UK
your first kick
promising not to repeat
my mother’s mistakesLouise Hopewell
Australia
pregnant and weary
overcome by labour pains
baby stillbornLys Brown
Ballyshannon, co Donegal, Ireland
this feeling of love
laced with awe…
her debutMadhuri Pillai
Australia
2am feeding moon on my breast
Margie Gustafson
Lombard, IL, USA
grafting an orchid
to the ancestral tree
adoption daymarilyn ashbaugh
edwardsburg, michigan
fetal ultrasound
for a moment our future
in black in whiteMaurice Nevile
Canberra, Australia
dry mouth..
our partners-to-parents coach tells us
she is divorcedMaya Daneva
The Netherlands
craving for ice cream…
he knotts four shoelacesMihaela Iacob
Romania
the sound of the rainbow
almost as loud
as the baby’s smileMike Fainzilber
Rehovot, Israel
nine months old
a mystery to us
her daydreamsMike Gallagher
Ballyduff, Ireland
all the love –
to the unborn brother
not to fly awayMinko Tanev
Bulgaria
newborn’s first whimper
all the parenting lessons
forgottenMirela Brailean
Romania
parenthood —
all the blurred
timelinesMona Bedi
India
colic…
my son and I crash
on the carpetNancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
spring solo
son’s first cry
wets my eyesNeena Singh
India
how fragile
our dreams
miscarraigePadma Rajeswari
Mumbai, India
born again,
with this first cry
of another lifeRam Chandran
India
coos and gurgles
desperate to master
the new languageRavi Kiran
India
being the child of snow sometimes I dream of fire
Richa Sharma
India
breathing monitor
a bear snaps out of
hibernationRichard L. Matta
San Diego, California, USA
a newborn
the knowing looks
of grandparentsRichard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
the dead cat’s
six kittens
motherhoodRupa Anand
New Delhi, India
on your first day
I knew that you
were worth the waitRuth Happel
United States
a squirrel hoards
away an acorn
late parenthoodSangita Kalarickal
United States
from another aisle
a child calls “mom”
I turn to lookSari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY
waiting room –
at last a baby cry
from other sideSatyanarayana Chittaluri
Hyderabad, LB Nagar, India
pre-teen
all the dishes
under his bedSharon Ferrante
Florida, USA
third echo…
the music of her
heartbeatsSteliana Cristina Voicu
Ploiesti, Romania
summer breeze
that one seed
about to sproutStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
a cup of tea
an advice
on my sonSudarmanto Salamun
Bandung – Indonesia
dying grass moon
he chooses to save
the babySusan Burch
Hagerstown, MD
my children
not by birth
but by deathSusan Farner
USA
home coming–
talking to father
in the graveTeiichi Suzuki
Japan
son and daughter
before their concert —
I take over stage frightTomislav Maretić
Croatia
staging a coo
not a maternal bone
in my bodyTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
wildfire
two storks are in the nest
with eggsTsanka Shishkova
Sofia, Bulgaria
going down
in the history as a villain
teenager’s momVandana Parashar
India
she left
left me with a life
to grow withVishnu Kapoor
Chennai, India
sleepless night
my lullaby
becomes a prayerVladislav Hristov
Plovdiv, Bulgaria
our female firstborn…planting a lilli pilli
Wanda Amos
Australia
Join us next week for Deborah’s commentary on additional poems, & our next prompt…
Guest Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt lives in Bonn, Germany, with her husband, two rabbits and numerous books. After her PhD studies in Scandinavian languages and literatures, she now works as a freelance author and poet. One of her poems won 2nd place in the 2021 Pula Film Festival Haiku Contest. Her poems have most recently appeared in Prune Juice, Kingfisher, First Frost, Frogpond, Failed Haiku and Tsuridoro. If she is not outside for a long stroll or to do some birdwatching, she is an avid reader who is currently exploring Chinese Xianxia Webnovels.
Lori Zajkowski is the Post Manager for Haiku Dialogue. A novice haiku poet, she lives in New York City.
Managing Editor Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019). Find her at: kjmunro1560.wordpress.com.
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A moving set of poems in response to a critical subject—becoming parents. When my wife and I couldn’t have children, we looked into adoption, then after much soul searching, we decided to become what we termed, “childfree” This concept, gleaned from a book, created a more positive perspective than, “childless.’ I do believe that ‘childless’ allows for a more heartfelt emotion when dealing with loss in haiku.
The following three poems use ‘childless’ to great effect. It was solemn but deeply sincere to read so many contributor’s ‘not’ becoming parents experience. With gratitude.
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childless…
hugging
my cat
Keiko Izawa
Japan
.
never sure if it would last…
our decades
of childless marriage
Laurie Greer
Washington, DC
.
childless
saddened by the loss
of a cactus
Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo
Bombon, Philippines
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Sorry this is late in the week. I do like to think about the poems for a couple of days. This was an beautifully moving week.
A few that especially moved me and I appreciated the structure were “seed fluff” by Bryan Rickert, “becoming a wife” by Jennifer Gurney, “childless…” by Keiko Izawa, and “sleepless night” by Vladislav Hristov. “baby twins” by Chen Xiaoou made me smile.
Thank you to everyone who sends me such beautiful works. There were so many incredibly well written poems this week. I am very grateful to have had the chance to read them all. The theme is beautiful and turned out to be very satisfying.
Congratulations Deborah on editing such a fine collection of haiku and senryu. So many show what a powerful subject this is for us. There are some real beauties this week!
grandchildren
something else all my
friends will have
Eavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA
I’ll never walk
them to school
Jenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona USA
Both of these struck home, the pain of childlessness. Thank you Jenn & Evonka for having the courage to share your personal situations.
Sorry for the incomplete quote of your haiku, Jenn R-J
summer fading
I’ll never walk
them to school
Jenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona USA
Thank you, JL for your kind and understanding response. Your poem was truly profound and powerful as well.
What a collection of parental experiences! From birth to teen and in between, from loss to aggravation to pride to joy, and so much more, these haiku brought some smiles, too many tears, and plenty of memories. Too many outstanding haiku to point out just one or two, and many so emotional that I have had to stop reading and return later. Eventually I will get through them all. Congrats to all the poets. Thank you, Deborah, for including one of mine in the column. Frankly, I don’t know how you read all these poignant haiku, and I can only imagine what next week’s haiku and commentary will bring considering this week’s haiku. Thanks, too, to Kathy and Lori for all the work you do behind the scenes.
Thanks so much Deborah Karl-Brandt for including my poem. Too many favorites here to name them all, so congratulations to all poets. Honored to be part of this moving and heartfelt collection.
Thank you for including mine Deborah. What an outstanding collection! I enjoyed a lot.
a moving collection Deborah, thank you!
My favourite which says a lot in so few words …
childless…
hugging
my cat
Keiko Izawa
this reminds me of my all time favourite book…
The Guest Cat by Takashi Hiraide
Thank you for including my haiku on becoming a parent (or not). Too many favorites here to name them all, so multilayered. I did appreciate this one, reminded of my older son’s dinosaur phase. The changing interests of childhood are so all-encompassing:
after a hard fight –
Godzilla and T-rex
in the same toy box
Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă
Thank you so much, Deborah, for including my poem amongst this outstanding collection. I was very moved by so many of them. In particular by those who, like me, have never been a mother.
This one really hurt:
violent shove
motherhood option
deleted
JL Huffman
Blue Ridge Mountains of NC, USA
Thank you Deborah for including mine. A superb collection of parenthood experiences, as well as experiences of parenthood denied. I was particularly struck by the humour as well as depth of Vandana Parashar’s poem.
going down
in history as a villain
teenager’s mom
The poem is simply bursting with life.