3/30/2008 11:34 AM
rosie wrote:
This brought me back to one of my earliest memories. My father loved to swim and my mother didn't so Dad always brought me to the town lake. There was a small area that was like a mini lake or a really large puddle that always formed just about 10 ft or so away from the lake. It was like a nature made kiddie pool that you often see right next to big pools. It was FULL of polywogs. The young kids including myself spent more time in the "kiddie pool" trying to catch polywogs. Although you never caught any to a 5 year old it was much more interesting than the swimming lake. Dad would get such a kick out seeing me giggling and splashing away trying to catch them and he didn't have to worry about me drowning in the lake. It was long lost in the memory banks but instantly brought back the fond memory when I read this. Reply to this
3/30/2008 3:25 PM
Harold Boulette Jr wrote:
I'm glad to hear that because that is what Haiku is all about. These short, deceptively simple poems, are supposed to describe a scene in a way that makes the reader think and form their own impressions rather that the poet telling his impression of the scene. I think this is one of my best so far because it has that jump in the image from line two to line three that is what Haiku poets say grabs the readers attention and causes them to picture the scene and form impressions. Reply to this
This brought me back to one of my earliest memories. My father loved to swim and my mother didn't so Dad always brought me to the town lake. There was a small area that was like a mini lake or a really large puddle that always formed just about 10 ft or so away from the lake. It was like a nature made kiddie pool that you often see right next to big pools. It was FULL of polywogs. The young kids including myself spent more time in the "kiddie pool" trying to catch polywogs. Although you never caught any to a 5 year old it was much more interesting than the swimming lake. Dad would get such a kick out seeing me giggling and splashing away trying to catch them and he didn't have to worry about me drowning in the lake. It was long lost in the memory banks but instantly brought back the fond memory when I read this.
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I'm glad to hear that because that is what Haiku is all about. These short, deceptively simple poems, are supposed to describe a scene in a way that makes the reader think and form their own impressions rather that the poet telling his impression of the scene. I think this is one of my best so far because it has that jump in the image from line two to line three that is what Haiku poets say grabs the readers attention and causes them to picture the scene and form impressions.
Reply to this