Dawn Apanius lives with her family in Hudson, Ohio. She has a vocational degree in horticulture. She has worked in florist shops, and as a garden weeder. Dawn's writing has been published in various online and print journals.
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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!!!
Lovely one, Dawn!
Thank you, Sanjuktaa ♥
Wondeful, wondeful, wonderful! :-)
Alan, With Words
Thanks, Alan! :)
My spelling can be improved on though. :-)
I meant wonderful with an r each time. :-)
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!
Thank you again, Alan. You are wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!!
Dear Dawn,
Wonderful haiku!
fragrance of leaves
in the gardens
what good friends
we became
as we grew older
Ellen
Thank you, Ellen! Beautiful tanka!
Those trees and hills were also our friends, and we theirs. Thanks for a beautiful poem in content and form. – Donna
Thank you, Donna!
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
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!!!
childhood globe
the Cold War
frozen in time
Thanks, Brandon! I enjoy reading your haiku.
Thanks, Brandon!
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
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!!!
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
Thanks, Marion!
I love your haiku. Very visual & exciting.
Nice!