slanted ceilings of childhood

Running up to my bedroom on second floor, I’d turn on the landing and pass through loft area with railing overlooking stairwell. I entered my private world with yellow walls that reflected sunlight, white furniture, and a small closet with loose doorknob. I flopped on the comfy double bed, knocking headboard against the wall, and fingered the bright patchwork quilt handmade by my maternal grandmother, tracing lines of my imagination.  In this cheery space, I would draw or do homework at my small desk, listen to popular hits on the radio, and read my latest library stack in bed. Three shelves on the wall held treasures I’d crafted of decoupage, miniature paintings, marble mice and clay.

I opened my double hung window on summer nights to let breeze and neighbors’ voices through the screen. Sometimes I’d hear a siren passing nearby on a busier street or the pizza delivery guy come to the door (after my brother and I were to bed). I experienced both sweet dreams and frightful nightmares in that room, learned to pray, and fantasized about boys. Sometimes a best friend or two would sleep over and we’d talk and laugh until late. In the morning, my mom would open the stairway door so our miniature poodle, Jock, could scamper up carpeted steps and leap on bed to wake me.

 

city summer night…

fragrance of backyard lilacs

wafts into bedroom

 

 

 


Lillian invites us to write haibun of a childhood room, including a traditional haiku with kigo (seasonal) word and kireji (cutting) word/turn of idea. Read more at dVerse.

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See Chèvre’s “fusion” challenge to combine two haiku into one at CDHK:

 

A fallen blossom

returning to the bough, I thought —

But no, a butterfly.

© Arakida Moritake (Tr. Steven D. Carter)

 

morning breeze

coming in the window

surf sounds

© Jane Reichhold

 

an open  window–

surf sounds on tropical breeze

butterflies blossom

© lynn__

 

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photo by lynn

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broken windows theory

Inspired by Jennifer Duke Lee’s post today…


 

city cops on their beat

to new recruits repeat

 

true theory well-spoken:

one window that’s broken

 

will lead to another;

destruction runs further

 

it’s the way this world works

’cause we’re under sin’s curse

 

if we don’t give a care

thugs and vandals will dare

 

to destroy property

and attempt robbery

 

let’s be window menders

good neighborhood tenders

 

make world a better place

show your brave friendly face

mysterious crossing

 

Shiki, one of the Big Five haiku poets, wrote this in classical style:

 

when I looked back,
the man who passed
was lost in the mist

© Masaoka Shiki

 

his haunting haiku inspires my attempt as follows:

 

glance out my window

cloud wisps pass before half moon

glimpse coyote shadows

© lynn

See Carpe Diem Haiku Kai  for prompt and more information.

wings of a dove

 

my thoughts flutter

like birds in the tree

i slowly raise the window

hoping to hear them sing

but they scatter with wings

i watch them fly away…

should  i try to follow?