Today, let’s explore memory! Write a haibun that alludes to memory, any way you construe it.
When I was young and watched Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds” for the first time, it didn’t scare me. This was because I had made friends with birds long before. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t joyfully aware of, and assured by, their presence.
Today as I stepped outdoors, my ears automatically scanned for birdsongs. They always have. I cannot count the number of times I’ve interrupted conversations to acknowledge them.
Once during my day care years, a grandmother of one of my kids told me that her little grandson had grabbed her arm during a walk and had yanked her to a stop saying, “Hear that? That’s Mr. Blue Jay, Grandma!” She also added, “I have no doubt that came from you.”
Bird songs remind me
Of heartfelt captured moments.
Children grow too fast.
34 thoughts on “Haibun Monday d’Verse Poets- Captured Moments”
❤ Such wonderful memories. I bet that kid still listens for the bird song.
It makes my heart happy to imagine that they do. Thanks! ❤
You’re welcome, Susan.
Such a sweet memory 💙
Thanks, Paula. 😘
Beautiful, Susan. Thanks for sharing.
I am easily absorbed into this haibun. Bird songs cart me into each day.
Bird lovers are a special breed, Gillena. Thank-you for expressing your connection!
So very true. That movie terrified me, though. I think it was the birds stuck in the hair that really frightened me. May is a wonderful time for birdsong and these lovely memories revisited.
My favorite time of year is May and June. Even as a kid, I was more fascinated by the skillful cinematography. It was amazing what was done before computers! Many thanks!
such a beautiful memory🤍
I’ve been so blessed by my life with children. Thank-you!
my pleasure 🤍
Although I found ‘The Birds’ scary, I never thought it was the birds’ fault. I didn’t like the humans in the film at all and it was all down to them. I too love birds and, like you, listen for their songs. Lovely memories, Susan.
Thank-you, Kim. [high five!]
Those people, as most do, had it coming. lol
Wonderful memories Frog, really well written. 👍🏼🙂✌🏼
🐸Thanks, Rob. You can call me Frog as often as you wish too. 😊
These are fun memories of mine, too. I stop and listen several times a day to a Mockingbird sitting on my chimney, singing his heart out. It’s really magical, isn’t it? ☺️💕
Absolutely! A connection that makes us richer. Thanks!
Such a sweet memory! Lovely haibun.
Many thanks! 😊
A wonderful haibun. I love the bird songs. Sometimes when I am sitting on my deck talking on the phone, the person on the other end will say, “Do I hear birds?”
What sweet & lovely memories. So nice Blue colour bird. I like. Which it’s bird?.
It’s an American Blue Jay. Lovely bird but his song isn’t pretty.
Thanks! Why isn’t pretty song?
I would guess that all the ‘pretty’ went into making them beautiful to look at. ❤
What a wonderful thing to be able to teach… but if the bluejay sings anything like the jay we have here, that song is not very nice 🙂
No, it isn’t melodic. That’s what makes it identifiable to little ears, though. Thanks.
Birds anchor us to the world. Lovely. (K)
Lovely memories Susan and the haiku is perfect ❤️
😁Thanks so much!
I found myself saying yes a lot while reading this. I too made friends with birds as a child, and had the same reaction to that film. I’m listening to the dawn chorus as I write. Thank you for this .
❤👍Loved hearing that! Thank-you.