Per Diem for December 2020: Memoir
Per Diem: Daily Haiku for December 2020 features Tia Haynes’ collection on the theme of ‘Memoir’. This is what Tia has to say by way of an introduction to this theme:
I love to meet new people. I love hearing about their lives, their hopes and dreams, about the people they care about, and the people they don’t. It is all endlessly fascinating to me and spurs me on to take a closer look at my own life, for I believe that it is what we hold onto and what we share that defines us.
In this collection, I have gathered senryu from across the world that showcases the art of memoir. Senryu is not only about wit, humor, and satire, it is about sharing the vast tapestry of experiences that make up our collective humanity. It creates an ongoing conversation of all that we see and feel around us. Senryu can be formed from the moments that hold deep importance. Whether grand or playful, joyful, or full of pain, senryu can be used to explore it all. It can help us capture what we hope to never forget, and give us a means to retell our stories. The stories that define us. The stories that connect us. The stories that will outlive us when we are gone. Our memoirs.
– Tia Haynes
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Trying again for spacing.
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Mama’s teas…
polishing the silver
and me
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Stardust Haiku, Issue 44
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ashes scattered
the surfboard
gathers dust in the corner
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Failed Haiku, Issue 34
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“Heart and Soul”
it was meant to be
a duet
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Failed Haiku, Issue 33
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her closet…
“L’Air du Temps”
lingers
Mama’s teas…
polishing the silver
and me
Stardust Haiku, Issue 44
ashes scattered
the surfboard
gathers dust in the corner
Failed Haiku, Issue 34
“Heart and Soul”
it was meant to be
a duet
Failed Haiku, Issue 33
her closet…
“L’Air du Temps”
lingers
Again the spacing totally changed when I actually submitted. I can’t seem to “fix” this so that it doesn’t happen. Sorry.
Hi Margaret,
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I asked about this and even our wonderful web guy doesn’t know how to add html code to separate things.
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So it’s a bit clunky, but I just use the smallest symbol as a separator which is the period/full-stop aka .
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four walled granary
how often empty mugs
grandma’ s custom
cherry blossoms
a girl wears lipstick
for the first time
(Blithe Spirit, British Haiku Society Awards Honourable Mention, 2019)
clouds cover
and uncover the moon
he lifts her blouse
baggage check
the backward glance
she didn’t give
she says
maybe in a perfect world
departing flight
replaying
things she didn’t say
departure gate
crescent moon
she asks to see the ring
in better light
her eyes
say yes
Quaker wedding
cherry blossoms
a girl wears lipstick
for the first time
clouds cover
and uncover the moon
he lifts her blouse
crescent moon
she asks to see the ring
in better light
she says
maybe in a perfect world
departing flight
replaying
things she didn’t say
departure gate
baggage check
the backward glance
she didn’t give
her eyes
say yes
Quaker wedding
cherry blossoms
a girl wears lipstick
for the first time
clouds cover
and uncover the moon
he lifts her blouse
crescent moon
she asks to see the ring
in better light
she says
maybe in a perfect world
departing flight
replaying
things she didn’t say
departure gate
baggage check
the backward glance
she didn’t give
her eyes
say yes
Quaker wedding
Sorry — I don’t know why the spaces between the poems disappeared. Each poem is three lines.
Crikey, my post is totally messed up. Sorry! Please delete it and I’ll try again…
cherry blossoms
a girl wears lipstick
for the first time
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Blithe Spirit Volume 30 Number 2, British Haiku Society Awards Honourable Mention 2019
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clouds cover
and uncover the moon
he lifts her blouse
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crescent moon
she asks to see the ring
in better light
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she says
maybe in a perfect world
departing flight
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replaying
things she didn’t say
departure gate
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baggage check
the backward glance
she didn’t give
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her eyes
say yes
Quaker wedding
More memoir, and also, rêverie observation©Alan Summers 🙂
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café longueur
a Parisian train station
invents snow
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Alan Summers
Presence #68 (November 2020)
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electric
kettle
within
a
click
or
two
December
solstice
Wonderful and a very gentle nagaihiyaku!
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Alan
her ginger sponge
cooks in the wood stove
warming the kitchen
the whip cracks
the cracking
of egg shells
she sighs
still no wood
on the wood heap
In the first, I speak extensively of mum’s cooking prowess cooking for my cake loving father on the dairy farm in country Queensland, Australia.
In the second I have fond memories of my father sitting tall in the saddle mustering cattle.
In number three—My father was not particularly good at keeping up the wood supply for the kitchen. That would entail my mother walking into the paddocks and dragging home small dead limbs of trees, sometimes managing a baby at the same time.
Dear Giddy Nielsen-Sweep,
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I just thought I’d break up the text so your three haiku can be seen separately alongside your comments, if that’s okay?
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her ginger sponge
cooks in the wood stove
warming the kitchen
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In the first, I speak extensively of mum’s cooking prowess cooking for my cake loving father on the dairy farm in country Queensland, Australia.
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the whip cracks
the cracking
of egg shells
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In the second I have fond memories of my father sitting tall in the saddle mustering cattle.
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she sighs
still no wood
on the wood heap
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In number three—My father was not particularly good at keeping up the wood supply for the kitchen. That would entail my mother walking into the paddocks and dragging home small dead limbs of trees, sometimes managing a baby at the same time.
Looks great, thanks. Giddy
How can I access today”s Per Diem? What do I tap or click? Thanks!
Hi Tom,
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Top right (masthead) a new haiku appears everyday. The series will eventually be archived here:
https://www.thehaikufoundation.org/per-diem-archive/
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Currently the memoir feature is bookmarked but the poems won’t be up there until maybe January 2021?
Thank you, Alan!
A great theme!
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I’m reminded indirectly of my method coined as “rêverie observation” which is a new aspect of Slip-Realism but one where versions of memory from our earlier life or lives are captured.
Created by Alan Summers (Sunday 8th April 2018).
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Julie Warther’s kettle memoir reminded me of the big move from using a saucepan to boil water for tea, to a kettle (non-electric) to place on an oven ring. That was massive for us. The oven was the ONLY electrical thing other than lights that we had in the kitchen!
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bright breeze
the kettle warms up
a cloudless day
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Alan Summers
Publication credits: Presence #44 (2011)
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And then years later we went electric! 🙂
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deep into winter
the sun measured
in kettle clicks
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Alan Summers
Publication Credit: Presence issue #55
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Here’s a different kind of memoir poem, or a “rêverie observation” (coined by Alan Summers Sunday 8th April 2018) for a poem just published a few days ago:
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postman’s whistle the starling’s bill changes to black
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Alan Summers
Publication credit: Presence #68 (November 2020)
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Note:
The starling’s bill changes to yellow in Spring and black in Autumn. And yes we had a postie that whistled!