| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/10/02 at 02:09 PM Wooo wooo back to haiku. Master writer at work! |
| Posted by Britt Zimmerman on 10/17/02 at 05:24 AM Jadi you never cease to amaze me with your talent! Great haiku! both of em! |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/18/02 at 03:40 AM lolol.... oh JD this one echoes in my life and memory.. even though I am not one of those boys.... Great read! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/19/02 at 10:13 PM Or in my case... one window too late... brings back memories and an appreciation of the stuff that made mom so nervous. |
| Posted by Ann Krischus on 03/13/03 at 06:17 PM i love it! |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 05/31/03 at 06:28 AM hehe, yes the scene is vivid. good job |
| Posted by Patricia J Reed on 08/21/03 at 10:01 PM and in my case - one hole in the wall too late!! great job jadi
-patti |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 08/11/05 at 08:39 PM He he. A second makes such a difference when you have kids. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 12/16/06 at 09:06 PM lol... this one is a hoot!...lol |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 10/20/07 at 05:37 AM HA! This is a good one, JD! We were always locked out of the house for a few hours so mom could have some quiet time. :) |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/09/08 at 04:04 PM Another memorable moment captured. It has quite some overtones too, wrapped in it's tongue in cheek. One wonders... how placid and zen-like this mom is... as she "reminded" you to go outside after the lampshade is broken. The unsaid here hangs heavy over the little poem, and the lightness of it gives it a humor in spite of the unspoken breakage. And then again one wonders... is mom reminding you now, in the present, of that incident of the past? It does not matter, it carries the same spark of insight and retrospective enlightenment... or lack of lightenment... giggle, rich and intriguing, and more than it appears. |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 10/14/08 at 04:34 PM I have always found this be explosive. Each time. In visuals and more. There is a force that draws my lips to word mom's intuition, my expressive breath be that of the boys paused inside an O-gasp, while inside me is the apex-space where ball, lampshade and all the energies collide. It feels as if all eyes are focused on thay same point. I feel the explosion vibrate through me. My ears hear the sound. How many senses you spark to motion in a handful of words!? ... pace*m.a |
