Late summer, or: Early winter

A haibun

I always aspire to punctuality, but rarely achieve it. The “real world” (i.e. the one outside of my head) feels utterly replete to me with stringent rules and regulations that continually challenge my unhurried nature. Every morning, as my wife and I race to get our daughter ready for school, I hear echoes of my own childhood mornings reverberating.

As a high schooler, I once missed my school bus and realized that I couldn’t possibly get to school on time without a car. However, both of my parents had already left for work.

With deep embarrassment, I walked down the block to the home of a family that I babysat for and rang the doorbell. I still remember that their last name was Weintraub. Joan, the mother, opened the door; and I bashfully explained the situation to her, feeling myself so very, very foolish.

Thankfully, Joan was kind enough to drive me to high school that morning… But the shame of my irresponsibility that day hasn’t left me.

chrysanthemums bloom
even through early winter
November's flowers

d’Verse poetics prompt

Carroll Crush Saga

At d’Verse, poets were encouraged to play a game called “Carroll Crush Saga.”

The idea here is to select three titles (from a list of Lewis Carroll’s poems) and to blend them together to form a subject for a new poem.

Note- You don’t have to include the title as part of your poem but please do mention it as an epigraph and give due credit.

The List:

  • Jabberwocky
  • Brother and Sister
  • The Walrus and the Carpenter
  • A Strange Wild Song
  • All in the Golden Afternoon
  • My Fancy
  • The Hunting of the Snark
  • A Game of Fives
  • A Sea Dirge
  • Punctuality
  • The Aged Aged Man
  • A Boat beneath a Sunny Sky
  • Rules and Regulations
  • The Three Voices
  • Melancholetta
  • Epilogue to through the Looking Glass
  • Four Riddles
  • The White Knight’s Song
  • A Valentine
  • Echoes
  • The Voice of the Lobster
  • Size and Tears
  • Lays of Sorrows
  • Theme with Variations
  • Dedication

Go Dog Go Cafe’s Haibun Wednesday

  • This week’s prompt is to write a haibun about your morning.
  • 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)

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39 thoughts on “Late summer, or: Early winter”

  1. Oh, how I relate to the rebellion of man-made constructs! And that shame we often feel as children when we fail to live up to the “rules” – ack!

  2. Great that you found a way to get to school instead of skipping the day.

  3. I would have stayed home, I did stay home, but I later went through a punctuality phase which drove me mad, this resonated.

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