So evocative Dawn. Personally I used to draw them in large "Scrap books", with textas in different colours. I wonder was the poem triggered by the discovery of a map from your own childhood, or a memory triggered when a child in your life produced such a map?
Such an interesting observation for a poem, and touching a novel and quite unexpected memory. Great poetry Dawn!
I never quite connected before pondering this poem, though, how universal is the making of maps and naming features of the environment. I recently was studying Australian Aboriginal cultures and much of the dreaming stories are essentially naming rocks, mountains and other features of the landscape. In a sense, it is the same impulse. Perhaps so also is poetry – maps of the features around us at different times in our life – we just give them different types of names.
Another thing I really like about this particular poem is the meter: a repetition of 3 lines of 3 monosyllables. It seems to recall the vocabulary and "nursery style" verses we loved as children. But in light of my map-musings, it also has a lovely "square grid" pattern – just like a map!
Thanks again for this poem, Dawn, I thoroughly enjoyed it!
Thank you, Strider! You always contribute so much with your comments. I love reading your commentary..especially now.
I don't remember what prompted this haiku. I think it might have been a visit to my hometown that did the prompting, & a "No trespassing" sign by the woods I played in as a child. My mom didn't let us watch much TV, and encouraged us to be outside. We knew the woods well.
I'd love to see some of those maps you drew. I don't have any of mine.
Thank you again!!!
I love this! It reminds me of what we did as children, too. Hoping you have such memories of Grandma's and Grandpa's "farm" in Wooster. I always love going there!
Thank you, Connie! Wooster has a big place in my poetic memory. I was just telling my kids yesterday about how my brother and I would stand by the raspberry bushes and just eat berry after berry. So many memories stand out.
Love you,too!!!
August 30th, 2013 at 8:35 pm
Lovely one, Dawn!
August 31st, 2013 at 3:32 am
Thank you, Sanjuktaa ♥
August 31st, 2013 at 1:35 am
Wondeful, wondeful, wonderful! :-)
Alan, With Words
August 31st, 2013 at 3:32 am
Thanks, Alan! :)
August 31st, 2013 at 8:21 am
My spelling can be improved on though. :-)
I meant wonderful with an r each time. :-)
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!
August 31st, 2013 at 4:34 pm
Thank you again, Alan. You are wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!!
August 31st, 2013 at 1:58 am
Dear Dawn,
Wonderful haiku!
fragrance of leaves
in the gardens
what good friends
we became
as we grew older
Ellen
August 31st, 2013 at 3:31 am
Thank you, Ellen! Beautiful tanka!
August 31st, 2013 at 6:07 am
Those trees and hills were also our friends, and we theirs. Thanks for a beautiful poem in content and form. – Donna
August 31st, 2013 at 4:52 pm
Thank you, Donna!
August 31st, 2013 at 7:11 am
So evocative Dawn. Personally I used to draw them in large "Scrap books", with textas in different colours. I wonder was the poem triggered by the discovery of a map from your own childhood, or a memory triggered when a child in your life produced such a map?
Such an interesting observation for a poem, and touching a novel and quite unexpected memory. Great poetry Dawn!
I never quite connected before pondering this poem, though, how universal is the making of maps and naming features of the environment. I recently was studying Australian Aboriginal cultures and much of the dreaming stories are essentially naming rocks, mountains and other features of the landscape. In a sense, it is the same impulse. Perhaps so also is poetry – maps of the features around us at different times in our life – we just give them different types of names.
Another thing I really like about this particular poem is the meter: a repetition of 3 lines of 3 monosyllables. It seems to recall the vocabulary and "nursery style" verses we loved as children. But in light of my map-musings, it also has a lovely "square grid" pattern – just like a map!
Thanks again for this poem, Dawn, I thoroughly enjoyed it!
Strider
August 31st, 2013 at 4:45 pm
Thank you, Strider! You always contribute so much with your comments. I love reading your commentary..especially now.
I don't remember what prompted this haiku. I think it might have been a visit to my hometown that did the prompting, & a "No trespassing" sign by the woods I played in as a child. My mom didn't let us watch much TV, and encouraged us to be outside. We knew the woods well.
I'd love to see some of those maps you drew. I don't have any of mine.
Thank you again!!!
August 31st, 2013 at 12:01 pm
childhood globe
the Cold War
frozen in time
September 1st, 2013 at 4:22 am
Thanks, Brandon! I enjoy reading your haiku.
August 31st, 2013 at 4:54 pm
Thanks, Brandon!
August 31st, 2013 at 6:03 pm
I love this! It reminds me of what we did as children, too. Hoping you have such memories of Grandma's and Grandpa's "farm" in Wooster. I always love going there!
Love you!
Connie
September 1st, 2013 at 4:16 am
Thank you, Connie! Wooster has a big place in my poetic memory. I was just telling my kids yesterday about how my brother and I would stand by the raspberry bushes and just eat berry after berry. So many memories stand out.
Love you,too!!!
September 2nd, 2013 at 7:38 am
Yes! Beautiful, Dawn. I posted one on NaHaiWriMo the other day in a haiga which was in a similar vein…
green sunlight
six cousins at the edge
of an adventure
marion
September 2nd, 2013 at 6:57 pm
Thanks, Marion!
I love your haiku. Very visual & exciting.
September 3rd, 2013 at 8:13 am
Nice!