my son and i
counting fireflies
counting stars

—Roberta Beary
        

Publication credits: the thin curve: The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku 1999 (Red Moon Press, 2000)

1st Place, Penumbra Haiku Contest 1999

About the author: Roberta Beary's book of poems, The Unworn Necklace, won first prize in the Snapshot Press Haiku Collection Competition and will be published in August, 2007. She lives near Washington, DC with her husband, Frank Stella.

Contact: shortpoems at gmail dot com

 

Responses to the haiku for 3 June 2008 by Roberta Beary

  1.  
    Alan Summers
    2008-06-03 08:43:29
     

    I love the haiku (of course), but haven't events moved on!

    Roberta's collection was shortlisted
    for the Poetry Society of America's
    "Williams Carlos Williams Award!"
    fka link: http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/ethicalesq/2008/04/22/psa-honors-haiku-roberta-bearys-the-unworn-necklace/

    Congratulations again Roberta!!! ;-)

  2.  
    terrytip
    2008-06-03 09:51:25
     

    fireflies
    winking out_
    extinguished galaxies

  3.  
    Bill Kenney
    2008-06-03 12:42:37
     

    starry night the darkness between fireflies

    [Published in Acorn]

    I love your stars and fireflies, Roberta.

  4.  
    Melchor F. cichon
    2008-06-03 17:16:49
     

    brown out--
    a firefly
    gets into our room

    Melchor F. Cichon

  5.  
    Gosia Zamorska
    2008-06-04 07:10:14
     

    Beautiful haiku. First You count something, what is near You, something countable - then You start to count something further - endless and eternal. Great haiku about growing up and seeing more and more together.

  6.  
    laryalee
    2008-06-05 10:17:30
     

    A moment you'll both remember...
    thanks so much for sharing it with us!

  7.  
    Reason A.
    2008-06-06 05:32:56
     

    moments that are breeding a constant assurance of counting on each other - whenever, whatever, whereever. Words well-written.

  8.  
    Bill Z
    2008-06-06 11:46:36
     

    This is a fun haiku that reminded me of a camping trip, long ago. Please excuse my use of your work!

    My kids and I count
    Fireflies or shooting stars,
    We're not sure which.

  9.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-06-12 15:01:44
     

    my daughter's late night phone call...
    the rumbling of thunder

    -

    ...and over the years, i continue to soothe her fears

  10.  
    Angelika Wienert
    2008-06-17 12:38:30
     

    I enjoyed it very much to read this haiku!

  11.  
    Helen Buckingham
    2008-06-22 11:21:44
     

    Here, here Alan - congratulations Roberta! Your work is consistently distinctive and beautiful - always a joy to read, and well worthy of the recognition.

  12.  
    Roberta Beary
    2008-06-22 19:43:25
     

    Many thanks to all for your comments. My son was almost 11 when I wrote this haiku; he will turn 20 later this summer. I am lucky that every so often we still count fireflies.

    Alan and Helen, thanks for your congratulations on the PSA's William Carlos Williams finalist award for "The Unworn Necklace" which I am happy to say includes this haiku.

  13.  
    terrytip
    2008-07-12 13:43:17
     

    twin girls_
    in their crib, telling secrets
    out loud!

  14.  
    magyar
    2008-07-13 16:07:16
     

    bare feet patter
    across this dampened grass
    the child laughs

    > and that -child- could be in us -all- <

    _m

  15.  
    Michael Nickels-Wisdom
    2008-07-14 06:44:15
     

    Is tinywords now going away?

  16.  
    Penelope
    2008-07-14 09:46:36
     

    tiny words
    briefly glimmers bright
    stalls in summer's light

  17.  
    magyar (magyar0109 at aol dot com)
    2008-07-17 08:55:40
     

    >Continue the renga; the flowers that bloom in the dark.<

    night blooms
    these moonflies gather
    a new day
    _m

  18.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-07-18 16:29:09
     

    _m, your words remind me of those i've shared with that special lady...

    pure rose
    in full bloom--
    rivals this driven snow

    &

    porcelain flower-
    this summer night
    your heady fragrance

    -

    what one does with tiny words, beneath the moonrise in summer(winter, down under)

  19.  
    magyar (magyar0109 at aol dot com)
    2008-07-19 12:46:18
     

    'lo Bob; on and on, and on.

    first light...
    in scents of pine and lilac
    this rose awakens
    _m

  20.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-07-19 18:56:54
     

    Äî ńâčäŕíč˙, auf wiedersehen, tot ziens, farvel, hejdá, au revoir, adios, arrivederci, lehitraot, adios, kwa heri, adeus, sayonara, itte kimasu, itte irasshai, shubho bidai, nomoskaar, rabb raakhaa, bandagi, salóm, khoda hafez, ta-ta, abar dyakha habe, namasté...
    -

    magyar, these nights, i simply say "until"...

    -

    last light...
    this half-closed red rose
    her silhouette remains

  21.  
    magyar (magyar0109 at aol dot com)
    2008-07-20 17:28:26
     

    The abundance of 'so-longs' seems ominous.

    moonlight breeze...
    this rose silhouette
    in shadow's dance

    > until <
    _m

  22.  
    Jennifer C.
    2008-07-21 12:53:08
     

    For anyone having withdrawal symptoms, there's another great daily haiku site @ tobaccoroadpoet dot com. Also check out the blog's "three questions".

  23.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-07-23 11:05:02
     

    magyar, "so long" does have this inauspicious presage; repressed until the dawning of dusk, once more...

    -

    this light fades with dawn
    beneath the drooping leaf...
    firefly in repose

    -

    ahhh, jennifer c, these are the times within tinywords absence, thoughts become symbiotic to (tiny steps); withdrawal symptoms, far from it.

  24.  
    wink ford
    2008-07-23 15:15:18
     

    this scene would make a nice lead in to a country time lemonade commercial, it's
    quaint & anachronistic.

  25.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-07-24 07:05:49
     

    wink,
    your words exposed yatsuka ishihara's views on the haiku; at least one in particular, "anachronistic"(anachronism). these days, i ponder how many students, even masters of the haiku(hokku) & etc, clearly understand the "anachronistic haiku"....

    ;-)

  26.  
    wink ford
    2008-07-26 18:32:35
     

    bob,
    good to see you saw the upside of my comment.
    was a bit concerned that it might be taken as a closet insult which it was never intended to be.

    that being said however, i do find it to be unbelievably quaint that in this age of game boys & i pods a mother & son would actually count fireflies...

    satellite dish
    we haven't seen the stars
    in months

    wink

  27.  
    Jennifer C.
    2008-07-27 10:36:32
     

    also, for anyone who might not already know, Roberta's work is being highlighted on the Mann library's daily haiku site for July. check it out @ haiku dot mannlib dot cornell dot edu

    p.s. nice one wink!

  28.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-07-27 20:17:38
     

    firefly
    along my path
    alone

    -

    wink, more of an enlightenment; what many overlooked, or may not have been aware of, you provided this deeper read to roberta's haiku

    cultural & philosophical movements of the 17th & 18th centuries(enlightenment age) sprang to mind

    -

    cicada
    accompanying the star-spangled banner--
    directv

    for some, dishnet, cable, even rabbit ears...

  29.  
    magyar (magyar0109 at aol dot com)
    2008-07-28 05:29:42
     

    fireflys
    this soft nights rain
    pfsst pfsst pfsst
    _m

  30.  
    Alan Summers
    2008-07-28 07:26:42
     

    I really like your haiku magyar!

    Gorgeous use of sound in the third line which feels like a pivot line as well. Very well crafted.

    Just needs 'de-typoing'


    fireflies
    this soft night's rain
    pfsst pfsst pfsst



    You should send it to Tinywords submissions! ;-)

  31.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-07-28 18:31:29
     

    fireflys
    this soft nights rain
    pfsst pfsst pfsst
    _

    magyar, i see the purpose and reasoning behind "fireflys, and nights".

    even:

    fireflysss
    this soft nightsss rain
    pfsst pfsst pfsst

    would have worked for me

    -

    artistic license allowsss one thisss latitude, the ignoring of the conventional; ssspecially in grammar...

  32.  
    magyar (magyar0109 at aol dot com)
    2008-07-29 17:54:32
     

    _Ahhhh yes, Alan and Bob, the -S- just flies to the end of fly, and the missing punctuation is quite simply, missing.
    _I am truly honored by your kind comments, and to you both... I offer my appreciation.
    _m

  33.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-08-01 20:33:07
     

    magyar,
    yet, another representation of "_m", modesty; these days, a rare and fleeting attribute. _m, continue your quality writes.

    -

    fireflies winking
    this summer eve...
    in the midst of sparkling stars

  34.  
    terrytip
    2008-08-07 13:32:28
     

    one more blink *
    and then it winks out__
    tinywords

  35.  
    P.S.Hamilton
    2008-08-08 11:06:05
     

    Intently hope
    No illness is
    In tinywords

  36.  
    zip collins
    2008-08-08 19:15:31
     

    if this is the end of tinywords, these comments should end as they began with
    bob richardson providing the last comment or better yet a eulogy.

    popeye without olove oyl, fred without barney, pixie without dixie, in retrospect, that's what tinywords would have been without bob.

    zip collins

  37.  
    ka na kalyanasundaram
    2008-08-12 09:01:47
     

    Haiku in tiny words brings heartfull of
    peaceful atmosphere.

    Firefly enchanting me
    Like oasis in the desert...
    while browsing tiny word!

    --ka na kalyanasundaram,cheyyar,tn,india

  38.  
    terrytip
    2008-08-18 11:07:02
     

    this can't be the end_
    i'm still here...
    and so are you

    Haiku U.

  39.  
    mike farley
    2008-09-07 07:52:55
     

    snow
    cozy
    tent

    m

  40.  
    magyar (magyar0109 at aol dot com)
    2008-09-08 13:48:48
     

    Oooo Mike, a preface to... counting snow flakes? _m

  41.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-09-10 08:44:21
     

    _m, reflecting on counting snowflakes, the thought of raindrops came to mind.

    -

    rainfall pratter-
    counting each drop
    along with each sheep

  42.  
    USpace
    2008-09-10 20:35:27
     

    .
    lovely firefly poem -
    hopefully not the last
    on tiny words

    .
    trillions of stars
    many have planets
    - some host life



    lulu.com/USpace
    .

  43.  
    mike farley
    2008-09-19 06:46:50
     

    daybreak
    the dogs chase some mallards
    to the pond


    mike

  44.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-09-30 18:23:27
     

    dawn
    in the drive-thru line
    hungry ducks, too

  45.  
    USpace
    2008-10-03 22:49:29
     

    .
    five boys on a roof
    try to see the UFOs
    - only one doesn't
    .

  46.  
    mike farley
    2008-10-04 13:41:10
     

    time with dad
    potato salad
    on the headstone

  47.  
    magyar
    2008-10-06 07:05:54
     

    - 125 -

  48.  
    2EmptyChairs
    2008-10-07 14:37:50
     

    Rain pounding my car
    Reminds me of but lacks the
    Popcorn's aroma.

  49.  
    terrytip
    2008-10-08 15:25:39
     

    Lifting an ear
    eyeing the door
    a visitor arrives

  50.  
    mike farley
    2008-10-08 17:45:56
     

    morning love--
    quickfooting it
    across the cold floor

  51.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-10-09 03:02:32
     

    slow pulse thru the darkness
    firefly signal's season's end--
    blue tooth

  52.  
    USpace
    2008-10-09 09:00:48
     

    .
    in the bell jar
    flying around a small place
    - fireflies trapped


    lulu.com/USpace
    .

  53.  
    mike farley
    2008-10-10 09:52:03
     

    first snow
    her ski pants
    nicely fit

  54.  
    terrytip
    2008-10-16 10:40:43
     

    mother-in-law's face
    on the biggest pumpkin
    harvest moon__

  55.  
    mike farley
    2008-10-16 13:16:48
     

    fuzzy pumpkin moon
    so drunk
    I can hardly drive

  56.  
    anthony slauson
    2008-10-22 09:56:53
     

    tiny words
    becoming tinier

  57.  
    magyar
    2008-10-22 13:55:31
     

    For many... 'tis a daily disapointment. _m

  58.  
    2EmptyChairs
    2008-10-24 13:10:09
     

    Her pumpkin orange scarf
    Around her Goth made up face
    A Halloween moon

  59.  
    TERRYTIP
    2008-10-24 20:08:57
     

    key stroke__
    closing in on
    a health problem

    system analysis
    autumn check-up__

  60.  
    mike farley
    2008-10-26 08:37:49
     

    bare branches
    shadows
    in the cat scan

  61.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-10-28 04:21:36
     

    unmoved by frost
    buddha--
    this duck in a tree

  62.  
    2EmptyChairs
    2008-10-28 15:36:21
     

    Searching on lake's edge
    Hope beneath Fall colored leaves
    A two bobber day

  63.  
    Sylph
    2008-11-03 05:40:41
     

    "time with dad
    potato salad
    on the headstone"

    Mike, that's one of the most beautiful collection of words I've ever written in my life. The familiarity of 'dad', combined with the reference to a favourite food, makes the pivot all the more shocking on line 3. After the shock, though, the first two lines become all the more touching for the sense of familiarity. This one will stay with me. x

  64.  
    mike farley
    2008-11-03 14:48:13
     

    Thank you so very much Sylph.

    country music
    the colt turns his head
    toward the radio

    mike

  65.  
    Sylph
    2008-11-04 07:12:51
     

    Re: Above post - I meant to say that's one of the most beautiful collections of words I've ever *read* in my life. Not written. Haikus I've written wouldn't nearly compare to that. My most recent was:

    Vibrant like leaves,
    her autumn clothes will warm her,
    as she warms my heart.

  66.  
    mike farley
    2008-11-04 15:07:01
     

    Sylph
    I like it!
    Please allow me if I may

    vibrant leaves ...
    the warmth of her outfit
    warms me too

  67.  
    2EmptyChairs
    2008-11-05 12:32:52
     

    Red Mardis Gras beads
    Lie on Fall's orange and red path
    Happy trails to you

  68.  
    mike farley
    2008-11-05 14:29:04
     

    or . . .

    autumn leaves ...
    the colors of her plaid skirt
    warm me

  69.  
    larry wilmarth (poet1072000 at yahoo dot com)
    2008-11-06 13:23:54
     

    well done mike and sylph

    autumn colors
    thrilling in the wind
    her plaid dress

  70.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-11-06 14:11:02
     

    lunch, in the park
    amidst reddish-orange leaves
    this crackle--
    without a wipe

  71.  
    judith ingram
    2008-11-07 09:58:36
     

    autumn park
    a red and gold surround
    arromatic vision

  72.  
    2EmptyChairs
    2008-11-07 12:56:41
     

    First snowfall of Fall
    Sprinkling white, wet, highlights
    To the autumn park

  73.  
    larry wilmarth
    2008-11-07 14:31:42
     

    falling gently
    on the board walk…
    winter seclusion

  74.  
    Mick
    2008-11-07 15:11:30
     

    falling
    on the board walk
    winter concussion

  75.  
    Luke
    2008-11-14 11:44:13
     

    I and my son we count
    countless stars
    mirroring into
    fireflies' eyes

  76.  
    mike farley
    2008-11-14 15:20:26
     

    ground blizzard—
    wondering whether to
    try for town

  77.  
    larry wilmarth (poet1072000 at yahoo dot com)
    2008-11-15 03:01:39
     

    countless stars
    the toddler’s finger
    in the same sky

    ground blizzard
    we exchange stares
    by flashlight

  78.  
    Penelope
    2008-11-15 09:40:58
     

    ruby tears
    falling in the rain
    blanket wet stones

  79.  
    mike farley
    2008-11-15 14:25:11
     

    worn banister
    woodwork
    that loves fingers

  80.  
    judith ingram
    2008-11-17 22:54:33
     

    Mick . . . are you sure your recovery was complete? I LOVED your haiku !

    judith

  81.  
    Mick
    2008-11-18 06:38:11
     

    wood pile
    needs replinishing
    splitting headache


    Thanks, Judith

    If it's not one pain it's another...!

  82.  
    mike farley
    2008-11-18 15:13:09
     

    cold moon
    a third glass of wine
    before bed

  83.  
    magyar0109@aol.com
    2008-11-18 17:48:00
     

    fresh haiku
    delivered daily...
    a fourth glass

    In my humble opinion, these daily haiku/senryu are, fresh. _m

  84.  
    larry wilmarth
    2008-11-19 13:35:49
     

    wood pile
    still visible in snow
    my neighbor’s footsteps

    winter concussion
    i feel the cold
    in all these stars

  85.  
    Slick
    2008-11-19 13:40:22
     

    pile
    still visible in the snow
    my neighbor's dog

  86.  
    mike farley
    2008-11-19 15:20:02
     

    slow saturday
    the dogs fight
    the vaccuum

  87.  
    larry wilmarth (poet1072000 at yahoo dot com)
    2008-11-20 03:38:48
     

    street fair
    a scent of apple
    on the dogs breath


    marketing today's special...a stay dog

  88.  
    2EmptyChairs
    2008-11-20 10:35:22
     

    Photographed woodpile
    Above the plastic mantle
    Mocks my gas fireplace

  89.  
    mike farley
    2008-11-21 06:35:27
     

    speechless at sunset
    lost
    in the vision of it

  90.  
    Penelope
    2008-11-21 14:19:13
     

    N-i-i-ce one, Mike Farley!

    sunset
    a lone silhouette
    reflects

    mango-licious!

  91.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2008-11-21 16:48:32
     

    bleak winter counting-
    no stars no fireflies

    -

    cold evening writing
    obscure
    tinywords responses

  92.  
    terrytip
    2008-11-22 12:12:57
     

    winter blast
    frost in my garden
    southern boy

  93.  
    judith ingram
    2008-11-24 21:25:33
     

    early morning, first snow
    I go back to bed
    until April

  94.  
    mike farley
    2008-11-25 08:33:03
     

    dusted snow
    bird arrows and scattered seed
    below the feeder

  95.  
    mike farley
    2008-11-27 12:12:58
     

    windy Thanksgiving sky . . .
    loosening my belt
    under the table

  96.  
    mike farley
    2008-12-08 17:55:18
     

    a skiff of snow . . .
    the feeling
    that I belong here

  97.  
    magyar0109@aol.com (magyar0109 at aol dot com)
    2008-12-13 18:36:22
     

    paces while tiny flakes grow
    these quiet words in each step
    _m

  98.  
    terrytip
    2008-12-16 12:52:30
     

    Snow forces
    cancellation at Fair Grounds --
    New Orleans

  99.  
    larry wilmarth
    2008-12-16 14:19:28
     

    a cottage fire…
    but for this hour
    only i exist


    how artfully…
    the empty spaces
    between stars

  100.  
    b.m.r.
    2008-12-16 17:06:29
     

    winter chills--
    from venus to jupiter
    moon's honey
    such lunacy

  101.  
    terrytip
    2008-12-16 18:30:04
     

    last in line
    getting all the attention
    tinywords--

  102.  
    2EmptyChairs
    2008-12-17 11:53:34
     

    As the Seasons change
    Snowflakes replace mosquitoes
    Dotting streetlamps glow

  103.  
    anthony slauson
    2008-12-18 03:07:19
     

    winterscape-
    dog crap and snowflakes

  104.  
    Thornton Kimes
    2008-12-18 13:22:44
     

    parking lot attack,
    a leaf slaps my face above
    the metal chair

  105.