Awaiting Playground Time

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub  (posted by Frank J. Tassone)
Haibun Monday - Back to School

"Whether you begin a new school year yourself, you send your first (or last) to college, or you recall your own back to school adventures, write your haibun alluding to back to school!"


Soon as September arrived, my mother would start singing,
"The Party's Over".  Oh how I hated to hear that song.
Then there was the horror of shopping for school clothes.  
I never liked anything she picked out.  Even then I was a 
color person, and she was pure earth tones.

In the second grade, I had Miss Gordon, whom I loved.
After that it was pretty much downhill.  On one hand,
I can name the teachers I liked.  On the other, there
was Mrs. Snelling, two miserable years in a row.

     Thin jacket in Fall
     knock-hockey in playground
     not cold in see-saw sun

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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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28 Responses to Awaiting Playground Time

  1. K.Hartless says:

    Love the see-saw sun and the color contrast of back-to-school clothes. Very cool haibun.

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  2. Sadje says:

    Starting school after the summer break would be exciting for me!

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  3. msjadeli says:

    I’m laughing about your mom singing that song.

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    • Thanks. I can laugh now, but still recall the feeling.

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      • msjadeli says:

        You’re welcome. You know what I recall about going back to school? I loved getting new outfits and feeling so proud of my new clothes. I also was excited about going back to school because I loved to learn. Yet at the same time I was paralyzed with shyness and was one of those students who were invisible to teachers and classmates. It was uncomfortable to be there as I was so fearful but the love of learning kept school exciting for me. When my folks divorced my mom and us kids moved to a new neighborhood and the shyness at school went away for a couple of years — until middle school! Sorry for the lengthy comment.

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      • It’s awful to feel paralyzed like that. When I
        was in middle school, my panic attacks began. I was terrified to leave the house
        much less go to school. Looking and feeling sick, I was accompanied by my
        Mother who had to sit outside each class
        for the better part of a term.

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      • msjadeli says:

        Oh Sara, I’m so sorry to hear it. Thankfully your Mom was able to be there for you.

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      • Yes, she got in quite a bit of knitting during that time.

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  4. robtkistner says:

    Well written Sara, made me smile. For me, the prompt just triggered the current upset and disbelief I am unable to shake.

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  5. rothpoetry says:

    A great Haibun Sara. I am sorry your memories of school daze were not that great! Hopefully there were some good times as well in the see-saw sun!

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  6. Not everyone has rosy reminisces of school time. Well expressed.

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  7. Lovely, Sara. You made me think about how many teachers’ names I remember… not so many, in truth…


    David

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  8. Misky says:

    Your mother has a very wicked sense of humour! 😂

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  9. Beverly Crawford says:

    So there, Mrs. Snelling. Some grudges linger! Great haiku.

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  10. I liked the school clothes my mother picked out for me until I had to face my friends realizing there was no fashion at all

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