Thank you all so much for your patience this week. And thanks to the Troll for coming up with this wonderful challenge.
I have learned first-hand what a daunting assignment it is to choose only one winner for the Haiku Monday challenge. Fortunately, I had the assistance of 4 of my most insightful and beloved relatives: my mother, her two sisters and my own sister.
THE JUDGES Once described by Tom Brokaw as "the prettiest girls in Yankton, South Dakota" (their mutual hometown), my mom and aunts took their roles as haiku judges soberly, if not with 100% sobriety. My sister, the flight attendant, also chimed in, though she had to be refreshed on the the definition of a haiku.
THE JUDGING PROCESS We sat in the living room of my 250- square foot apartment while I read each haiku as the vodka martini, scotch on the rocks, and red wine-drinking judges listened intently. I explained that I wanted to make notes next to those haiku that made an immediate impact on them.
After noting which haiku stimulated responses, I asked which one(s) they thought they liked the best. This process took three hours, and involved many detours into stories of early loves, first kisses, James Dean, a horse, nuns and Yankton's Teen Canteen @ 1955.
After a great deal of review admiration for parts and pieces of every single one of the haiku, one in particular kept surfacing. More on the winner, shortly.
By: Master Basho's Nostalgic Ghost
I remember her
as if it was just a few
hundred years ago.
This is the haiku that we discussed the most. It brought up the question of time's passing, fated love, reincarnation, and the rarity of true love.
Sweet thing next to me.
PLEASE, lucky spinning bottle.
Alas her sister.
This is the haiku that got the most immediate, biggest group reaction. Everyone laughed at the same time. This is the haiku I wish I had written, as I have my own issues with Spin the Bottle.
Stolen silver pyramid,
Mama knew, then smiled.
The group appreciated the cleverness of the play on "Kiss." I think this had the best haiku structure matched with the idea.
By Fishy: Enthusiastic Canine kisser of wee babe
Guardian of love
My Aunt Anne, owner of a Golden Retriever named Skippy, made me promise to commend Fishy on her Haiku.
You were always there for me I loved that pillow
My Aunt Al, a former 7th grade English teacher from Wisconsin, related strongly to this one.
THE WINNER OF HAIKU MONDAY ESTEEMED GOLDEN BADGE FOR "FIRST KISS."
My mom and aunts come from a very close knit family. Their parents and aunts and uncles are all gone now, but mom and Aunt Anne and Aunt Al were very close to their aunt Florence, my grandfather's beloved baby sister. Aunt Florence married Uncle Larry back in the 1930s and theirs was a real love story. They were married for about 40 years when Uncle Larry developed Alzheimer's disease. Aunt Florence cared for him in their small house on Locust Street in Yankton. One night, she was washing the dishes at the kitchen sink, and Uncle Larry came behind her. He put his arms around her and said, "If I wasn't married, I could really go for you."
As memory fades
and the names and faces blurred.
One stands out in time.
Congratulations, Karl! Let me know where to send your Love Songs CD.
Thanks to everyone for your wonderful, amazing haiku. Hosting this week was a privilege.