Life Moves Pretty Fast…

“If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” – Ferris Bueller

Thirty years slide by insidiously, cramming decades of memories into attic eaves and basement corners of my parent’s house.  I mark abandoned creams and colognes ‘bathroom;’ graduation announcements, wedding invitations, and mom’s broken baby doll in a ruffly blue dress ‘attic;’ baby furniture ‘for sale.’ I sort collections: model cars, magazines, Coca-Cola trays, christmas ornaments, angels, handwritten letters and cards summing up life at the time. Then dad starts giving it away:  x-large shirts, his time, his money, an art easel. More hugs. It’s better now without the chronic angers of the house. Better with clean closets and empty drawers. Still, I cry a little for the necessary losses, for the lurching —

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[Written for the first installation of Haibun Thinking – a new Haibun Writing Challenge]

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27 thoughts on “Life Moves Pretty Fast…

  1. Felt like I was looking into someone else’s history 🙂 Wonderful and absolutely LOVE the haiga. I really need to try one of those some day.

  2. aloha Angie. that is a beautiful entry into your house moment and time. the write is excellent (imo). exactly. i see that stuff as treasure easily. wow oh wow.

    i also like that you use haiga to show your haiku (i know that is not typical of haibun—i like it a lot because i like haiga too). okay, i like that because of course that’s what i like to do as well.

    your haiku presentation in the haiga is excellent. i find for me, it can be a challenge sometimes to get that clarity (which is important to me). i work on that. you have it in this. i like that a lot.

    of course this is the first work i’ve seen of yours. it looks to me like you are familiar with all of these things i am noting. cool on that. and fun to see more. aloha.

    1. I’d like to confess that I was driven towards haiga after seeing yours. Art within art. I also admire the way you keep mostly lower case letters in your writing. I have to ask, what does (imo) mean? If we are speaking the same language, I will say ‘aloha.’

      1. i am surprised and amazed that you’ve caught on to haiga via my work. there is a lot of understanding in what you are doing with it. cool and fun on exploring it.

        imo means:

        imo = In My Opinion – imo

        it’s shorthand for phones etc. i dont use a lot of this shorthand but sometimes i use a few of them. especially in conversation-like situations (like replies and comments).

        i am delighted that you asked. thank you. (and yes please ask anytime something is not clear—imo, that’s intelligence at work).

        you have it exactly: “Art within art”—as one.

        i use mostly lowercase letters in a lot of my writing for several reasons;
        1- being that when i speak, i suspect i never/rarely use capitals. and a lot of times what i am writing is what i am speaking in my skull. it’s that conversation i am after. along with that verbal sense and feeling of it.

        2- lowercase is a little less formal (okay maybe a lot less formal). when i want to be a little more formal i use uppercase a little more appropriately. i tend to lean toward informalness. it’s a way of allowing easy exchange. as with ideas, thoughts, friendship and so on.

        3- along with lowercase (for the above reasons) i feel like i can use punctuation and single words in ways that get around full correct sentences etc. and it’s more acceptable—because i am in that lowercase state of writing.

        4- when i’m using lowercase in my writing as the my format, a capitalized word takes on more power, significance, emphasis, meaning or maybe even respect. i can then make use of this to give the reader that sense in the writing or a clarity.

        5- i suspect i mostly write for people who want to read what i write. those people are usually friends. i’m usually quite informal with friends.

        6- in the case of haiku, haiku was meant to be a spoken form (traditionally or as connected to it’s origin). a form with the verbal length of one breath. what one could easily speak in one breath. so in speaking, again, i feel the lowercase lends itself to that spoken quality. or in this way at least acknowledges one of the roots of haiku. i do occasionally even now use a capital in haiku—where i feel it is appropriate as in #4 above.

        thank you for mentioning this lowercase use of mine. it gives me a chance to see why i use it. altho some of it i knew, in writing it out it clarifies it for me. it allows me to see what i think. way cool on that. and of course there may be more reasons that are subtle for me and have just not surfaced yet.

        yes. that use of aloha would be the same language. aloha to greet and aloha to send one on their way—parting. because it has to do with the giving of the breath of life to one. given when coming and given with going. fun. aloha.

      2. I can tell you are a thinker. Good on you. I’ve been told I think out loud…which may or may not be taken as a compliment. Your introspection and passion for art and poetry is contagious. Another question, to dispel or affirm my assumption is, “Are you an Aussie?”

      3. (simple questions first—in this case)
        no. but i dont mind being taken for an Aussie. i’m from the USA.

        yes, i’ve been told i think too much, often enough, and for most of my life. and i probably do. (i suspect it comes at least partially from being an only child raised by a single parent at a time when that was not very common). i’ve learned that i am like that tho and i’m okay with it.

        it’s only been in the last few years that i’ve gotten to where i talk a good amount tho—or i can at times. talking was not something i did a lot of when growing up. i was either doing something or thinking on it. so when i heard myself talking a lot i was surprised. and now i discover than i can ramble on and on even in comments and replies. sheesh.

        it does help me tho. to talk and ramble in replies. as i think i mentioned. i find out what i actually do think. because i can go down the wrong path in my mind, just to explore it. but when i’m writing it out, if i do not agree with what i’m saying, i usually catch it quickly.

        so. fine. talk on, i say. we are like we are. and i find in listening to others i often discover things about myself. cool on that too. fun dialoguing with you. aloha.

      4. It’s fun reading your comments, which are really more like the long lost letter. Nice talking with you, even if I don’t share your gift of gab, I do appreciate it.

      5. whew. i’m glad you appreciate my rambles—or at least have fun with them. i like that “long lost letter” image. it sounds like treasure. or maybe i just hope that it is.

        i’ve discovered in the last few years that i’ve become this way. i mean ramble replies and long thought trails, as i mentioned.

        just be you. and i’ll just be me. i think that is a good way. i may be come short winded again someday too. that’ll be okay as well.

        until then. fun on. aloha.

  3. I love how you used the haiku – in the image. What an inspired and unique way of doing it. Especially with the empty room that you describe.

    Thank you for joining in on the first week.

  4. Having moved so much in my life I mostly have what I’ve written down…over the years. But I have acquired a few (to many) things (in the last twenty years). And due to well other reasons my home has become a storage unit for two sons, and the remains of one who had to down size and then last month passed. I know I do have to get my own house in order as they say…but I don’t think I can do it for anyone else again.

    I’m glad to note that you did have some fun. And I did also like the haiga – I haven’t quite figured out how to do them yet (as I am technically challenged).

    Happy to see you here. I played with this piece:
    http://julesinflashyfiction.wordpress.com/2014/01/21/haibun-january-plays-whisper-down-the-lane/

    1. Jules, I’m so sorry to hear about the loss of your son. I wouldn’t be to quick to part with any of his things. My dad lamented that his mistake was having too many things, but — this is life. After packing up last week, I had the desire to come home and plaster my walls with family photos, whereas my style is sparse otherwise.

      1. Oh, I suppose I tried to stuff too much information – Our children are still living. MIL passed. But I do have some items from both sons, and MIL besides my/our own things. And now grandchildren’s toys too 🙂

        I still have family photos packed away from when we had some painting done (a few years ago) – Time to get them out I think!

        I remember when my in-laws first retired…over 40 years in the same place. I can just imagine a home that has stayed in the same family for several generations.

  5. Avid description – using powerful symbolic objects to evoke different emotions from the reader, which is very cleverly done -really works. Your haiku was beautiful, and powerful. Its message echoes. Well done.

  6. this brings back memories. My husband and I had to pack up my mother in 5 days. It was a lot of work! I tried to find homes for all my Dad’s books, which were his prized possessions. i felt good that most of them went to the library. But it was bitterweet when we left an empty apartment which used to be filled with so much laughter and music. I don’t know your circumstances, but I wish you and your family well.

    1. Your story is my story–Life moving on. My folks are retired now, and cling to each other; still I worry the new town, place, surroundings will confuse my mom further. She’s at stage 3 Alzheimer’s. Having her family all together again did her a world of good😊

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