I still remember her name: Jacqueline.
At the time, I was in first grade and feeling very unsure of what life might have in store.
My family would be moving from Iowa to New Jersey shortly; and I’d never see any of my little classmates again. On what I believe was my final day of school, I brought my camera, presumably to take photographs of all that I would be leaving behind in Iowa City.
All throughout that year, I’d been chasing her around on the playground but never quite knew what to do when I caught her, which always left me with a confused sense of awkward unfulfillment… Jackie.
That final day, she was wearing a purple t-shirt and skirt, squinting through her big glasses, tousled brown hair aglow in the sunlight. Excitedly, I asked her to stand still next to the school building because I was “taking photos of everything” before moving far away. In truth, I only ever wanted to have a photograph of her.
fuzzy photograph Iowa afternoon light squinting, skinny girl
d’Verse poetics prompt
After St Valentine left the building.
At d’Verse, poets were encouraged to do write poems the Valentines that didn’t happen. The lost loves, the ones that didn’t work out: the holiday romance whose number you lost; the girl you chatted with on a train who was travelling to meet her fiancé; the guy who seemed perfect, but stood you up.
Go Dog Go Cafe’s Haibun Wednesday
- This week’s prompt is to write a haibun about a love lost.
- From Poetry.org:
- In How to Haiku, Bruce Ross writes, “If a haiku is an insight into a moment of experience, a haibun is the story or narrative of how one came to have that experience.”
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!
69 thoughts on “Seven-years-old, or: Forever”
A sweet story – I love it!
🤎💝 Grace 💝🤎
That is so sweet!
💜💞 Sascha 💞💜
That’s lovely! I hope it’s a true story. I wonder if she remembers you and that photograph?
🤷 Jane 🤷 ~ highly unlikely!
You might be surprised. Now, that would make a great story.
That’s the deepest most long-lasting kind of love… not chance for disappointment. Heartwarming sweet, David. ❤
💚💓 Susan 💓💚
Such a lovely poem full of the purity and joy of childhood.
💙💟 Anna 💟💙
I hope you still have that picture…. it’s a lovely sweet story…
Sadly, I don’t, Björn 💕
Ah, thatt’s lovely. The haiku is beautiful, and the story is so sweet.
💗💛 Sarah 💛💗
lovely halibun of your squinty skinny friend David! 💖
Do you still have her picture?
No, I don’t. It was lost in the seas of time…
What a wonderful way of storytelling
The haiku is so so pretty
I have a best friend called Jackie
🥰💜 Abi 💜🥰
I adore the haibun. The combination of a story and Haiku seem like a perfect pair to me. A sweet memory described perfectly.
💖♥️ Lauren ♥️💖
How wonderful that you still carry that memory around with you. (K)
💛💓 Kerfe 💓💛
Nice snapshot snapshot David.
💜💕 Ron 💕💜