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
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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
    • 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.”

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Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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

  1. Way to nail the prompt David. It’s still driving me crazy🙂
    I like the haibun. That haiku is so fitting. That was a really nice neighbor, wonder if she remembers it like you did🙂


  2. I think it’s a good lesson that sometimes we need to ask for help. I think I always believe I have more time than I really do, especially when taking showers, haha!

  3. This is such a deeply heartfelt write! I have many friends with this situation so I could relate 🙂 Love your choice of titles, David. Thank you so much for writing 💝💝

  4. i initially understood punctuality as in punctuation, grammar and what not, oooops….but then i noticed in the comment section that someone appreciated what you wrote – “continually challenge my unhurried nature.” Then I got it and your quote reminded me of a friend in elementary school who used to walk with us home which was no big deal except that he lived on the other side of the village so he always had to walk all the way back and of course, that meant getting home really late. his mom eventually took him out of our school and sent him to another one.

  5. I am glad you had someone to go to for assistance. It is humbling to request help. In my case, I had to walk to school, one hour away. And of course I arrived late in front of my school peers.
    I can relate to your feelings, very well, David.😊

  6. I still have occasional nightmares about high school where I show up for class after having missed weeks or months of school and can’t remember where my desk and locker are located. In reality, I missed more than 40 days of school the last half of my senior year due to undiagnosed major depression. I can certainly understand the shame you felt when you missed the bus that day! The verse included here is gorgeous, as is all your poetry (you’ve got a gilded touch, good sir!). 🙂

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