HAIKU DIALOGUE – Times of Transition – From youth to adulthood (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 From youth to adulthood:
budding moon
swopping my coal tar soap
for Mum’s camayAdele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
under-bed demons –
the first time I dared
to stare into darknessAlan Peat
Biddulph, United Kingdom
from year to year
more and more comfortable
footwearAmin Pędziwiater
Poland
sunflower
finally standing up
for herselfAmoolya Kamalnath
India
my father
asks for my copy of “Peter Pan” –
coming of ageAna Drobot
Romania
daughters’ date nights
sudden understanding
of my mother’s curfewAnjali Warhadpande
Pune, India
tulips fields
a new language
for I love youAnna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
The Hague, Netherlands
travelling alone
I meet myself
for the first timeAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
peace sign
the flower power vest
from my old manArchie Carlos
Minnesota, USA
my grandson finds
the shadow with a limp
hide and seekArvinder Kaur
Chandigarh, India
police message
of my dad’s accident
my adolescence tooAshok Weerakkody
Sri Lanka
broken chrysalis
bags of outgrown clothes
to be given awayBaisali Chatterjee Dutt
Kolkata, India
nothing changed
holding my father’s hand
in an old photoBakhtiyar Amini
Germany
valedictorian
my loneliness
in plain sightBarrie Levine
Massachusetts, USA
learning to budget –
the monthly rent paid
with a bit leftoverBonnie J Scherer
Alaska, USA
first kiss
the awkward clink
of our glassesBryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois
All grown up –
my turtle-shaped sandbox
becomes a planterCaroline Ridley-Duff
UK
Independence Day
I make my first solo trip
outside of the USAChen Xiaoou
Kunming, China
a stranger’s lips
upon mine
nibbling adulthoodCristina Povero
Italy
her first apartment
landlady tiptoes in
and shuts the windowCindy Putnam Guentherman
Illinois, USA
scattered connections with home bluebell wood
C.X. Turner
UK
pay phone no home to go back to
Cynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California
family album –
my smile
in black and whiteDaniela Lăcrămioara Capotă
Romania
birdsong fills
the generation gap
twilight walkDaya Bhat
India
new keys…
on Mom’s face
a cautious smileDebbie Scheving
Bremerton WA USA
legal age ceremony
the memories don’t line up
in the usual orderDejan Ivanovic
Lazarevac, Serbia
death anniversary
searching for answers
in drawers and cupboardsDejan Pavlinovic
Croatia
after her diagnosis
I suddenly became
head of the familyDiane Funston
Marysville, CA
her graduation
to womanhood …
sari tripsDipankar Dasgupta
India
“you’re not old
enough to be 18”
mom loses this fightEavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA
the childish lies…
waiting for mother
to believe in meElla Aboutboul
West Sussex, UK
class reunion –
everybody still spoiling
for a fightEva Limbach
Germany
piccola donna –
cullando il fratellino
tutta la nottelittle woman –
cradling her little brother
all night longGiuliana Ravaglia
Bologna, Italy
“one small step…”
when dad says man includes woman
I ask what he meansHelen Buckingham
UK
holding on
for dear life…
dear lifeHerb Tate
Jersey, UK
dark night walk home
country pub shift over
a car purrs to a stopIngrid Baluchi
North Macedonia
pink dawn…
even Barbie
moves onJan Stretch
Victoria, Canada
first job
I already earn more
than my fatherJenny Shepherd
London, UK
college graduation by my side two ex-girlfriends
John S Green
Bellingham, Washington
18th birthday
choosing earrings for mother
to hateJohn Hawkhead
United Kingdom
memory care
waiting for her father
to take her homeJohn Pappas
USA
mother’s day–
from the delivery room
a loud birthcryJohn Zheng
Mississippi, USA
after dad left
editing his war diary
full of love poemsKathabela Wilson
USA
words stutter
in a foreign tongue
pregnant pausesKavita Ratna
India
living alone
taste of the first bourbon
shared with the moonKeiko Izawa
Japan
landing on the moon —
the imprint of our bodies
in the meadow grassKeith Evetts
Thames Ditton, UK
this dandelion . . .
how many
miles more?Lakshmi Iyer
India
wild grass
doing it’s best
fields of my youthLexie Gem Zaragoza
Philippines
coming of age
my childhood leaving
too soonLori Kiefer
London, UK
handpicking…
weedy lawn
a scarlet pimpernelLuciana Moretto
Treviso, Italy
heartbroken
I gather dandelions
for the substituteM. R. Defibaugh
United States
too many years apart
my grandson’s moustacheMargaret Mahony
Australia
now swimming
with the big fish
student driverMargaret Tau
New Bern, NC
war
the toy soldier
has defected childhoodtempo di guerra
il soldatino
diserta dall’infanziaMaria Cezza
Italy
the first heels-
the balance
of blossomed springMaria Malferrari
Bologna, Italy
predator or priest
my chapel veil
sinks in the mudMarilyn Ashbaugh
Edwardsburg, Michigan
first driver’s license
the highway suddenly
too dangerousMaya Daneva
The Netherlands
adolescence
in jeans
that no longer fitMichelle V. Alkerton
Ontario, Canada
I grew old
in a sunday –
the first tieMircea Moldovan
România
mom’s last days lifting her up lifting me up…
Mirela Brailean
Iasi, Romania
spring cleaning—
my daughter discovers
the lost parts of meMona Bedi
Delhi, India
awkward silences
fill red vermilion summer—
an arranged marriageMonica Kakkar
India & USA
seventeen magazine…
I finally fill out
a braNancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
summer disco
the boys too cool
to danceNick T
Frome, Somerset, England
glued to the TV –
this old child I still call
mummyNicole Pottier
France
new dawn
the voice of his childhood
breakingOlivier Schopfer
Schwitzerland
high school lab partner
I understand his gaze
for the first timePadmini Krishnan
United Arab Emirates
behind the last book rack
the first kiss
that I stole from herRam Chandran
India
first day at work
the sparks that lit
a fuseRavi Kiran
India
dog’s toy
now no one breaks
my silenceRicha Sharma
India
grandma’s funeral
fight as he may—dad’s one tear
and our first hugRichard L. Matta
San Diego, California, USA
parents’ estate sale
amidst the broken things
a childhood toyRichard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
before
my father’s smile…
his last breathRita Melissano
Illinois, USA
always the bride never the bridesmaid
Roberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, IA, USA
at last
an end to studying–
Bar MitzvahRuth Holzer
Herndon, VA
25th birthday-
Cakes and balloons
No more enchant meSanthoshi Valli
India
mortgage closing
my Barbie dream house
in the moving vanSari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY, USA
Worm Moon
my grandfather’s body
not my grandpaSébastien Revon
Ireland
all grown up
she’s free
burning her braSharon Ferrante
Florida, USA
inner bonding
our embrace
in a lighter shadeSuraj Nanu
Kerala, India
my name
on his last breath
an orphanSusan Farner
USA
class reunion—
everyone has 15 minutes
for his lifeTomislav Maretić
Zagreb, Croatia
adulting…
a drawer in my freezer
for just green vegTony Williams
Scotland, UK
underage drinker
a classmate’s obituary
sobers me upTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
boys still my buddies
day by day girls appear
more appealingVishnu Kapoor
Chennai, India
the wildflowers
I had forgotten
finding my inner childWanda Amos
Old Bar, Australia
I’m not going
on a graduation trip
mother’s tearsne idem
na maturalno putovanje
mamine suzeZdenka Mlinar
Croatia
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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The selected haiku are all beautiful and powerful. I read them several times as these are all related to our own experiences. Congratulations to all. Thanks Deborah for this wonderful selection.
very interesting collection. Congratulations to all dear friends
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Thank for the poems. Each one enriched me.. Congratulations to the writer and Deborah..
I thought the offerings this week were varied and vulnerable. A couple to comment on:
sunflower
finally standing up
for herself
Amoolya Kamainath
Loved the double “standing” image, combined with the positive sunny tone.
traveling alone
I meet myself
for the first time
Annie Wilson
“Meet myself” will stick with me.
after her diagnosis
I suddenly became
head of the family
Diane Funston
A lot of backstory story in three lines, and an effective jolt in “suddenly”
mortgage closing
my Barbie dream house
in the moving van
Sara Grandstaff
This made me smile. Also appreciated the contrast in the house sizes, and the question is she wholly moving on?
Such an enjoyable read. Congrats to all and thanks Deborah for including mine. I was particularly taken with this selection.
spring cleaning—
my daughter discovers
the lost parts of me
Mona Bedi
Delhi, India
Congratulations to all the poets for such stunning haiku on those moments of transitional clarity. So many resonated with me. Here is one:
my name
on his last breath
an orphan
–Susan Farner
Even though it has been quite a few years, there’s those moments when I miss being able to pick up a phone or travel to my childhood home to talk or see either of my parents. Losing my dad made me an orphan, too, Susan. My condolences.
On a lighter note, Tomislav Maretic’s haiku
class reunion–
everyone has 15 minutes
for his life
–Tomislav Maretic
makes me smile especially since I have my fiftieth year class reunion in a few months. How did we get to this point?
Thanks Deborah for selecting one of mine. I appreciate it
Thank you Deborah for including mine. I enjoyed reading all the poems. Not sure which ones spoke out most. Here are a few that spoke out clearly to me.
before
my father’s smile…
his last breath
Rita Melissano
glued to the TV –
this old child I still call
mummy
Nicole Pottier
France
Illinois, USA
seventeen magazine…
I finally fill out
a bra
Nancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
living alone
taste of the first bourbon
shared with the moon
Keiko Izawa
Japan
“one small step…”
when dad says man includes woman
I ask what he means
Helen Buckingham
UK
after her diagnosis
I suddenly became
head of the family
Diane Funston
Marysville, CA
valedictorian
my loneliness
in plain sight
Barrie Levine
Massachusetts, USA
nothing changed
holding my father’s hand
in an old photo
Bakhtiyar Amini
Germany
broken chrysalis
bags of outgrown clothes
to be given away
Baisali Chatterjee Dutt
Kolkata, India
sunflower
finally standing up
for herself
Amoolya Kamalnath
India
budding moon
swopping my coal tar soap
for Mum’s camay
Adele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
Thank you again.
Dipankar
Thanks Dipankar for including my haiku in this list since these other haiku are very relatable to me as well. Actually, all of the haiku this week represent such great, if sometimes painful, events in life.
Thank you Dipanker for complimenting my valedictorian poem. I liked your graduation poem too!
Such an excellent collection of ku! A priceless list really! Feel so many emotions reading these!
Thank you so much, Deborah, for including my poem amongst this collection of deeply meaningful works.
I was particularly struck by the juxtaposition of these two stellar poems right next to each other:
before
my father’s smile…
his last breath
Rita Melissano
Illinois, USA
always the bride never the bridesmaid
Roberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, IA, USA
My mind filled with images of a father who had never smiled and then suddenly, there I was smiling at Robin’s wonderful twist to an overused phrase.
A very poignant collection of works this week. . . Congratulations to all!!
A great read, thank you, Deborah, and thank you for including mine. No matter what background and culture, we grow up the same in so many ways, in times of sadness, as well as the joys of expectation.
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Sometimes it just takes the realization of time spent away to see and recognize yourself in a different light. I’m sure many of us have had Annie’s experience:-
travelling alone
I meet myself
for the first time
Annie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
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Sometimes it takes a different experience to see beyond ourselves to recognize others in a different light. I appreciated this one:-
after dad left
editing his war diary
full of love poems
Kathabela Wilson
USA
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Albeit the pleasures of dressing all grown-up as in Maria Malferrari’s first heels and Mircea Moldovan’s first tie, mostly we give in to this (rather more mundane but so true) practicality, which made me smile:-
from year to year
more and more comfortable
footwear
Amin Pędziwiater
Poland
Thank you Deborah for including my haiku this week and congratulations to all the poets here! I am so enjoying reading all of these. These three haiku resonate deeply with me. The first two because the death of a grandparent marks such a transition. Shifts in family dynamics, awareness of mortality, life cycles. The third haiku I appreciate as I also alluded to Barbie in my haiku here and this seems to be the summer of all things Barbie:
Worm Moon
my grandfather’s body
not my grandpa
Sébastien Revon
Ireland
grandma’s funeral
fight as he may—dad’s one tear
and our first hug
Richard L. Matta
pink dawn…
even Barbie
moves on
Jan Stretch