Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Honeysuckle: Haiku

The top of the circle of the dead end I lived on when I was 5 and 6 and 7 was where the neighborhood kids played kickball. It's where we learned to ride bikes. (It's where I learned to crash mine.) It's where we played Lost in Space or The Mod Squad. [Yes, I am that old.]

We'd trap bees as they made their way into flowers on the bushes lining the sidewalks. We'd stalk, trap and ultimately unwittingly kill fireflies. And we'd breathe in sharply as we'd pluck the bell-shaped flowers on the honeysuckle vines, gulping down a liquid that I've yet to find a comparison to.


White honeysuckles
waving and wafting in breeze.
We are hummingbirds.


For One Single Impression. Thank you to OSI and Geraldine for this trip down memory lane. Do read the fine offerings this week.

12 comments:

Geraldine said...

Those are some very vivid memories Patois! We all did some strange things as children, didn't we? LOL I had a friend who would eat a grasshopper for a dollar!!!!! I met her many years later and reminded her of this "talent" which she had tried to forget.

Loved your haiku! Glad you enjoyed my prompt offering.

Hugs, G

Tammie Lee said...

I am smiling in reading your poem.

Spirithelpers

gudnuff said...

I remember doing all that stuff! And I lament the fact that my daughter does not know what honeysuckle smells like. At least, I'm pretty sure she doesn't. She knows what the inside of my car smells like. It ain't the same. Nowhere close.

Bobbie said...

Oh, such a delightful read!! Beautiful words and sets the scene...totally smelling it here :)

Tara R. said...

Love this haiku. To this day I love the taste of honeysuckle nectar.

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

God, I miss honeysuckle! I could make a meal off the stuff back when I would spend summers at my grandfather's farm.

gabrielle said...

drinking in the nectar of your haiku. it's quite lovely.

Pam said...

wonderful haiku - we both wrote about honeysuckle this time and both childhood memories - it was great to read your memory.

Jim said...

I am not sure I could recognize honeysuckle anymore. When I was a teen a girl showed me how to suck the honey out.
I've never been able to do that again. And I don't remember who she was so I can't bake that recipe again.

Now if I were a hummingbird I could find some almost every day. Just ask the poet. :-)
..

Amias said...

Oh how I love the smell of honeysuckles! It's a most wonderful smell and I like it when the wind surprise me with its wonderful scent. Now that I think of it, I think I will go and get me some ...

SandyCarlson said...

That is the magic of childhood, to be sure. Gorgeous memory.

I am that old, too. Lost in Space was a favorite game.

Patti said...

Loved it...the scents of Childhood! And yes- I am that old as well- Mod Squad- always wanted to be Peggy Lipton. Loved the "How Depp is your love" post- he's a fav of mine as well!!!

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