caregivers capture
the ah-ness of a deep breath
a haiku moment
There is a magical process occurring among the caregivers in our poetry support group as I write this.
Who would have thought a few minutes devoted to haiku writing would have turned into a haiku marathon. Within hours, emails arrived with haiku poems written by my caregivers. I am possessive here since they belong to my poetry support group.
Their haiku poems which appear below, show what happens when a simple form of poetry is put into the hands of caregivers, post and present, whose minds have no locks. Just as they have taken every aspect of caregiving with diligence, bravery and love, they have taken their pens to still another level of being artfully human. Caregiver Julia Couzens insightfully called this new adventure, “the art of distilling the now.” Ah Basho, Shiki, Buson, are you smiling as you see how this art form has added still another dimension to caregiving: A haiku pause that takes only 17 syllables; a very affordable pause, time-wise, in their busy lives, a pause that often takes them to other places.Here are a few from their incredible spirit…
Caring for Papa
Also working remotely
It must be Friday
michelle
The door squeaks softly
A sound “anybody there?”
Morning has started.
penny
On lap, poodle sleeps
Head pillowed on typing arm
Small “woof.” Email sent.
judy
At the computer
Haiku written and erased
Now, this one is done.
judy
sealed she in glass
decisions print inked black
spring “spectations damped
genie
Oh great banyan tree
With arms outstretched far and wide
In warm aloha.
diane
Find the yellow piece.
A gnarled hand responds slowly
And finds the right spot.
diane.
The lone turkey hen
Limps slowly, trying to follow
Her feathered family.
mary
staring at computer
groping for words of haiku
birds frolic in trees.
julia
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