Per Diem for August 2019: Birthdays
Per Diem: Daily Haiku for August 2019 features Sondra J. Byrnes’ collection on the theme of birthdays. This is what Sondra has to say by way of an introduction to her theme:
The idea of ‘birthday’ leads inexorably to one’s death day…ticking off celebrations that lead to the inevitable. Maybe a moment is taken to cheer any successes and log some regrets, even plan a few reforms.
How does the experience of birthdays change over the years? What associations pop up? Is sharing a birthday celebration important? How so?
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trying bravery
for my birthday–bring both dogs
to their dentist
(c) 2019 by wendy c. bialek
a dwarf pig
with a pink ribbon—
my niece’s ninth birthday
counting days…
falling a year
less towards death
August birthday…
my father a Leo
always lion hearted
seventy years back
jingling anklet – still
ringing
60th birthday…
her urn in the place
of honor
what a lovely honour and poem…Al Galia….
youngest son’s birthday
older than I was
when I had him
totally agree, that’s quite an aha moment of realization, Judith Hishikawa
mid year
my cousin reminds
I’m six months older
Dear Robert Kingston,
Greetings. How months and years matter a lot as a reminder to us in many ways.
with regards
S.Radhamani
Dear Radhamani Sara.
Hello. Indeed a birthday, anniversary or other marker provides a way of recording our lives.
in blot
how the mark fades
in time
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strange heat–
a week to my birthday
the red ferrari passes again
.
Alan Summers
Publication credit: haijinx vol. I, issue 1 (spring 2001)
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Newspaper feature: Bristol Evening Post (2002)
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Anthology: Raku Teapot: Haiku Book and CD pub. Raku Teapot Press in association with White Owl Publishing Book: ISBN 1-891691-03-1 CD: ISBN 1-891691-04-X (2003)
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To Alan Summers,
Dear esteemed poet, greetings. What a pleasant surprise with a red ferrari gift. A lovely splendid one.
with regards
S.Radhamani
celebrate the day
pay no attention
to the years
Indeed.
accepting death
aprecciating the present
turning back’s a repose
Birthdays, they come and go. The younger years filled with jelly and ice cream, the middle with wine and beer. The latter making comments along the lines of; oh to be young again
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fifty seven year
riding a wave
of deflation
birthday frock
how I wish it on the girl
in platform