(Today’s post, like last week’s, was prompted by my recent Japan trip. I asked Peyton Price, the genius behind Suburban Haiku, to share some of her witty work in the familiar Japanese poetic form. She graciously obliged, using the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday as her theme. I’m very thankful.)
I love haiku—little poems with seventeen syllables in three lines: five syllables, seven, then five.
The simplicity of haiku leaves space for readers to fill in personal details, seeing their own lives in the space between those three lines. I’m writing about my neighborhood, but you’ll want to know whether I’m spying on yours. (Answer: No comment.)
And it’s so satisfying, really, to boil life’s absurdities down to seventeen syllables. Being a mom is so complicated, and somehow so mind-numbingly boring. The holidays are a perfect example. Are you feeling the pressure yet? Wouldn’t you rather laugh than cry? A tiny haiku can be sweet revenge . . . or just sweet.
SUBURBAN HAIKU: THANKSGIVING
Preschool Thanksgiving:
Moms and dads in tiny chairs
ask “Did you make this?”
The teens volunteer
at the neighborhood food bank
for their rèsumès.
My kids cannot wait
to wake up on Thanksgiving
and see all the ads.
Thanksgiving parade:
A Pilgrim in white stockings
and white Adidas.
Once our guests arrive
I start out with a simmer.
Then I stir things up.
Every November
he sits there stuffing his face
with all our birdseed.
Weekend visitors
finally head off to bed.
Even the cat purrs.
Peyton Price lives in suburbia (of course) with her long-commuting husband (of course) and two above-average children (of course). You can find Suburban Haiku on twitter, facebook, the blog, and Amazon (of course).
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