HAIKU DIALOGUE – Times of Transition – Getting older (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 Getting Older:
river willow
the thickening trunk
of my middle agesAdele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
car’s smart stereo
the same playlist
as in that casetteAmoolya Kamalnath
India
déjà vu
my daughters give me
my own adviceAnjali Warhadpande
Pune, India
another birthday
toasting new wrinkles
in the winter sunAnju Kishore
India
unknown territory
out of breath
at the top of the trailAnn Sullivan
Arlington MA USA
sharp autumn wind
my bucket list
grows shorterAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
our shadows limp home together autumn chill
Arvinder Kaur
Chandigarh, India
premature greys
hoping I don’t inherit
dad’s diabetes tooBaisali Chatterjee Dutt
Kolkata, India
runaway train time overtakes me
Barrie Levine
Massachusetts, USA
Indian summer
rubbing in factor 50
where hair once wasBen Oliver
United Kingdom
getting older
I count the leaves
still remainingBipasha Majumder (De)
India
losing
my hair anyway
chemoBryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois
in creases the sun settles silver birch bark
C.X. Turner
UK
endgame
running down the clock
to put things rightCarol Reynolds
Australia
last oak leaf
fear of letting go
let goCaroline Giles Banks
Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
I sing along to
Dancing Queen –
young and sweet againCaroline Ridley-Duff
UK
new plan:
as gracefully
as possibleCharles Harper
Yokohama
dad’s approach
his old footsteps plus
new stick-stepsChen Xiaoou
Kunming, China
getting older –
every day sweaty hands
in front of the screenCristina Povero
Italy
reunion
instead of dreams
blood sugar talksChristopher Calvin
Kota Mojokerto, Indonesia
in line for shots
they ask if I want
a wheelchairCindy Putnam Guentherman
Illinois, USA
circling the aisles
a bounce in her step –
grocery store oldiesColette Kern
Southold, New York
sensible shoes
where the colorful converse
once kicked itCurt Linderman
Seattle
faded blooms
the busy bee
I used to beCynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California
asylum –
at window begins
the skyDan C. Iulian
Romania
the loneliness
of the long distance runner –
retirementDaniela Lăcrămioara Capotă
Romania
balcony birding
empty nesters
on either sideDaya Bhat
India
rainy afternoon
the oblivion cools
a Sunday lunchDejan Ivanovic
Lazarevac, Serbia
mom moves
into long term care
the ache of distanceEavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA
birthday party:
we celebrate
with a quiet smileEvan Spivack
Teaneck, NJ
senior class
with perfect attendance
a zumba lessonFerdinand Bajado
Meycauayan, Bulacan, Philippines
forgotten spectacles
the sound of rain
is greyGeetha Ravichandran
Chennai, India
menopause…
my first
chin hairsGrace De Sousa
Québec, Canada
on brittle bones
his grandparents softly fold
their remaining daysGuido De Pelsmaeker
België
almost hidden
beneath the flats – a glimmer
of silver heelsHelene Guojah
UK
last days of Fall
reach across a spent soul
seeking forgivenessherb goldsmith
Texas
a forest path –
the old chopped down tree
still sproutingHla Yin Mon
Yangon, Myanmar
supermarket trip
yet another shopping list
goes AWOLIngrid Baluchi
North Macedonia
autumn sunset
the oldies station playing
songs of my youthJackie Chou
United States
still
jazz
on my radioJames Penha
Bali, Indonesia
this body´s not me
though I once thought it was
R2-D2Jan Stretch
Victoria, BC, Canada
the daily pain
of every movement
betrayal of bonesJenny Shepherd
London, UK
straining
for last drops —
crushed ice!Jerome Berglund
Minneapolis, Minnesota
aging gracefully
we dance the fandango
in carpet slippersJohn Hawkhead
United Kingdom
called third strike my fading bucket list
John S Green
Bethlehem, Palestine
worn prayer flags . . .
my need to catch
my breathJohn Pappas
United States
class reunion—
introducing myself
to old friendsJonathan Epstein
USA
growing old together
settling into our wrinklesKaren Harvey
Pwllheli, N Wales
tourist path . . .
disappearing in the mist
I look for myselfKathleen Trocmet
Texas, USA
luggage
cutting into the palm
urge to let goKavita Ratna
India
passing train whistle…
those things i wasn´t
aware ofKeiko Izawa
Japan
old apple tree
the ways we still
blossomKerry J Heckman
Seattle, WA
class reunion
my turn to book the table
for twoKeith Evetts
Thames Ditton UK
laughing hard
– a new vein bulging
on my foreheadKiti Saarinen
Finland
the elegance
involved in going … slowly
to seedkris moon kondo
Kiyokawa, Kanagawa, Japan
getting older
the many times she says
‘I’m fit as a fiddle’Lakshmi Iyer
India
first day of retirement…
starting
my life listLaurie Greer
Washington, DC
plucking dark hairs
from my new mustache
perimenopauseLouise Hopewell
Australia
growing older
I slowly learn to flow
like waterLori Kiefer
UK
returning from the dead
I usually do it well…
sunset breezeLuciana Moretto
Treviso, Italy
golden years
the little dog and I
do our morning stretchesmadeleine kavanagh
United States
her greying whiskers
my gentler pace —
our raspy uphillMadhuri Pillai
Australia
irrelevant
my age
in front of the starsirrilevante
la mia età
di fronte alle stelleMaria Cezza
Italy
hip replacement
one ticket to the band’s
farewell tourMariel Herbert
California, USA
clouded vision
in the river of stars
old agemarilyn ashbaugh
edwardsburg, michigan
I know now
‘youth is wasted
on the young’(with a nod to George Bernard Shaw)
Margaret Mahony
Australia
getting old
another friend leaves…
white carnationsMarilyn Ward
Lincolnshire, UK
dementia care
at every visit
my novelty socksMaurice Nevile
Canberra, Australia
saturday night
in bed at ten thirtyMelissa Dennison
UK
earplugs at the gig
my hearing
not what it used to beMike Fainzilber
Rehovot, Israel
aurora the short time we take from time
Minal Sarosh
Ahmedabad, India
the fragile life
after intensive care –
getting olderMinko Tanev
Bulgaria
the awakening
only the house spins
before I doMirela Brailean
Romania
autumn shadows
still a lot left
on my bucket listMona Bedi
India
new straw the scarecrow’s Botox
M. R. Defibaugh
United States
a stranger
in the bathroom mirror
morning bluesNatalia Kuznetsova
Russia
autumn moon
enters the bay window
plaiting my thinning hairNeena Singh
Chandigarh, India
twilight –
seated beside the window
I listen to the rainNicole Pottier
France
jasmine attar—
i too become better
with timeNitu Yumnam
India
no alternative
but to walk away
historic palace without rampsPadma Rajeswari
Mumbai, India
end of the journey
a teenager
offers his seatPadmini Krishnan
United Arab Emirates
another autumn day
the maple tree I planted and I
still alivePeggy Hale Bilbro
Alabama
finding
a new path—
laugh linespetro c. k.
Seattle, Washington
twenty to eighty
the new world’s record
in time travelPris Campbell
U.S.
gift for ears-
no more ‘what’s
from grandma’Radhika De Silva
Sri Lanka
wrinkled hands
still
your youth in your eyesRam Chandran
India
morning walk
to the cemetery
friendship dayRavi Kiran
India
another birthday
my new age
is simply oldRehn Kovacic
Mesa, AZ
after her
mother asks me to trust
the hometown oakRicha Sharma
India
empty bucket
what isn’t poured out
evaporatesRichard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
aging steps…
the wandering beggar’s
homecoming danceRita Melissano
Illinois, USA
big girl no more kiddie pool
Roberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, IA, USA
last time
we would plant geraniums
change our willRon Scully
Burien, WA
sunset . . .
caressing my wrinkles
with a smileRosa Maria Di Salvatore
Catania, Italy
physiotherapy
another taut tissue
ironed outRupa Anand
India
never too old
to be an orphan-
so lostRuth Happel
Tennessee, USA
drawing closer
to mother and father
wherever they areRuth Holzer
Herndon, VA
Holding hands
with walking stick-
my new travel companionSanthoshi Valli
India
Each day I reset
myself into the template,
what I used to beSarah Davies
UK
waning moon the ebb and flow of the tides
Sandra Regan
Oxfordshire UK
pending surgery
the pressing task
of a living trustSeretta Martin
San Diego, CA, USA
ripe pears
within reach 旨旨 how sweet
of the walking canesimonj
UK
balding father—
the coconut palm
loses its leavesSrini S
Rishi Valley, India
engagement ring –
the old orange tree
in bloomSteliana Cristina Voicu
Ploiesti, Romania
box full
of memories
me tooStephan A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
before and
after the dog goes—
bathroom stopStephen J. DeGuire
Los Angeles, CA
leopard moon a new liver spot
Susan Burch
Hagerstown, MD
generations
my grandson connects
the dots on my handSusan Farner
USA
change of clothes–
my body shape gets
smaller with ageTeiichi Suzuki
Japan
moss covered stairs
how dad used to skip
three at a timeTomislav Sjekloća
Cetinje, Montenegro
older now…
more zips
less laceTony Williams
Scotland, UK
menopause
swapping tampons
for tena ladyTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
an enso
on my scarf
white curlTsanka Shishkova
Bulgaria
prescription pad
a pill for side-effects
of a pillValentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
first day of retirement
working hard
at sleeping inValorie Broadhurst Woerdehoff
United States
60th autumn
a pitchfork gathering
rustVandana Parashar
India
how many grains
in my hourglass!
autumn twilightVipanjeet Kaur
India
my grandson’s
first wedding anniversary
when was mine ?Vishnu Kapoor
Chennai, India
dusk
the pathway forward
narrowingWanda Amos
Old Bar, 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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Deborah,
Thank you for presenting the poems that resonated with you, not just a select few that an editor may feel are the “best” from the very start. But if you commented on those that you felt were worthy of further examination from your first selection, that would be wonderful ( so we may all learn from those poems). In summary, I really like your approach and procedure for your contribution to Dialogue.
Oh, I did see you did select a few that you really enjoyed…My apologies.
Sorry, it was not you, it was a Debbie……my mistake
car’s smart stereo
the same playlist
as in that casette
Amoolya Kamalnath
faded blooms
the busy bee
I used to be
Cynthia Anderson
senior class
with perfect attendance
a zumba lesson
Ferdinand Bajado
forgotten spectacles
the sound of rain
is grey
Geetha Ravichandran
I decided to stop listing out my favourites because there are so many in this collection that took me on a journey of nostalgia, profundity, poignancy , and fun. I wouldn’t mind ageing at all if it is going to be so varied and interesting. Kudos and thanks to all the poets and to Deborah for this ride.
I am greatly enjoying this series; thank you, Deborah, and all contributers.
This week I especially enjoyed “deja vu”
Anjali Warhadpande, “dad’s approach”
Chen Xiaoou, “balcony birding” Daya Bhat, “class reunion” Jonathan Epstein, “another birthday” Rahn Kovacic, and “ripe pears” simonj.
Thank you so much for the appreciation, Debbie! Same here, truly enjoying the spirit of this series.
Thank you so much for including my haiku. I greatly enjoyed reading all of the other beautiful selections–excellent choices all. The theme of life transitions is a wonderful one…I look forward to the next stage!
What a selection! Am delighted and touched to be included – among going back again and again to many ku here! This is an archive I will be visiting frequently for sure. Yes, many of you said, it is a privilege to age in such special company!
Thank you Deborah for including my haiku, I so enjoyed every last one. We all in this together!
Another great selection!
my favourite, I like the positive take on age
old apple tree
the ways we still
blossom
Kerry J Heckman
Seattle, WA
Congratulations to all poets and thank your Deborah
faded blooms
the busy bee
I used to be
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Cynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California
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People want to be active as they age but sometimes health does not permit it to be so.
It is a distinct honor to be getting older among such wonderful writers and words.
Thank you, Deborah. It’s a privilege to be part of your selection.
With a few exceptions dealing with more serious aspects, I liked that so many this week were fun to read, and that we can laugh at the (inevitable) consequences of ageing.
Of a certain vintage, there will be some (me included) concerned about what Valentina expresses in:
prescription pad
a pill for side-effects
of a pill
Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
…and one of the last photos I hold dear of my parents before they passed was exactly this one of John’s:
aging gracefully
we dance the fandango
in carpet slippers
John Hawkhead
United Kingdom
Thank you everyone.
Thank you Ingrid!!
Thank-you Ingrid for commenting on mine.
Thank you Deborah for selecting my haiku. It’s a great theme and all the haiku you have selected are amazing.
Thanks Lori and Kathy for your invaluable commitment. Best Wishes!
I found such comfort and pathos in these selections. I am thankful to Deborah for including my poem amongst so many of my favorite poets. I am grateful to be on this aging journey with you.
This one hit me hard as I fear it so much:
never too old
to be an orphan-
so lost
Ruth Happel
Tennessee, USA
Thank-you Deborah for choosing my poem….such wonderful verses, here. Thank-you Kathy and Lori for everything you do.
Congrats to all the poets on these haiku, which prove aging is not for wimps. Congrats to my fellow Ohioan, Valentina Ranaldi-Adams, for her haiku about treating side effects of other medications with another medicine.
Most resonated with me because I am getting older, too. Go figure! I loved the humorous, the hopeful, the positive, and the poignant haiku. One that particularly resonated with me was
class reunion—
introducing myself
to old friends
Jonathan Epstein
since I am heading to my class reunion in two weeks. I hope I will recognize everyone, but who knows after 50 years.
I’ll be reading and re-reading all of them in the coming week. In the meantime, I have to do my physical therapy exercises to be able to keep my bones and muscles moving. Alas…
Thanks to Lori and Kathy for keeping this column going, and to Deborah for selecting such great haiku.
Thank-you Nancy for commenting on mine.
runaway train time overtakes me
.
Barrie Levine
Massachusetts, USA
.
Sooner or later time overtakes everyone of us.
Thank-you Deborah for selecting my haiku for publication. Thank-you also to Lori, Kathy, and the Haiku Foundation for all their efforts. Congratulations to all the poets who were selected.
Thank you so much to Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt for selected my haiku, I am so thrilled!
Congratulations to all featured poets!