Summer Daisies #TankaTuesday

It’s been a long time since I wrote posts based on Dawn Raffel’s memoir, The Secret Life of Objects. The idea is to write about an object that evokes memories. 

I’ve blogged a couple of times about the vacation trip I went on with my parents when I wasn’t even four years old yet. We drove from Michigan south and visited Louisiana and Texas, among other states. Some of my most vivid memories from the time period were in New Orleans. I will always associate the city with sidewalk painters seated at their easels, the brushes that were extensions of their hands, and of course their fascinating canvases.

When I visited my mother in April to help her pack up some items before her move into the apartment building at her retirement village, I discovered this painting, long forgotten and gathering dust in Mom’s basement. My parents purchased it on that trip to New Orleans, and it hung for years in their living room. I shipped it home to myself, and now it hangs in my living room, reminding me of that vacation and the colorful, exciting world that existed outside Kalamazoo.

Colleen Chesebro’s prompt for #TankaTuesday is to use at least one kigo word in a syllabic poem for the current season, which in Arizona is summer. Colleen explains a kigo: 👉🏻 What is a KIGO? A kigo is a season word used in haiku and haibun (the haiku portion).

She provides a possible list of kigos. Daisies are not on the list, perhaps because many think of them as spring flowers. However, daisies are also summer flowers! So many types: Chrysanthemum*, Marguerite, English, Gloriosa, Shasta, Cape, Oxeye, and Gerbera. I prefer Gerbera because unlike the other varieties they are completely non-toxic to cats! *this variety is on Colleen’s list

Here is my haiku:


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50 responses to “Summer Daisies #TankaTuesday

  1. Nice memory and it’s always good to have treasured pieces displayed in the house. My mother used to tat (kind like crocheting). She made a covering for the window on our back door. We moved and it was stored. I found it when I moved into a new home long ago, had it framed and have displayed it on my walls. She made it in 1930. It reminds me of her.

  2. A fine example. It must be wonderful to have rediscovered that painting

  3. I love the haiku and the back story!

  4. This is so full of life, Luanne! Delightful <3

    Much love,

    • Thank you! I knew from the beginning I wanted that image of one of those brief summer rains still draining off the daisies. It was just figuring out how to fit it in a haiku!

  5. I loved this story of the painting, Luanne. The trips we took with our parents in those days were amazing – and now you have this wonderful memorabilia. And I hope your mom will be content with her move. Makes such a difference.

  6. I love your daisy haiku and its inspiration painting and family memory. My dad drove us to New Orleans from Massachusetts when I was five. What has stuck in my is that my dad’s stepfather was a horrid man, my grandmother called me into her room to watch her put on her artificial leg, I was upset that her black maid (who was actually nice to us) had to eat in the kitchen, and my crayons melted. No keepsakes from that trip!

    • WOWSA, that must have all been a shock. Why did your grandmother want you to watch her put on her leg? I think the race issues must have been so shocking to those from the north. My mother said the same thing about her trip as a teenager to relatives in (north or south?) Carolina. The separate drinking fountains and all that really got to her. I was probably too young to notice anything like that, being only three and some months. But, yes, to the crayon thing. Mine were in the backseat of the car and got melty, too!

  7. Memories that stay with us make beautiful poetry. Thanks for sharing the story behind this inspiration. Love that haiku.

  8. Daisies are happy flowers, and they are happiest just after an August shower. Nice poem, Luanne.

  9. Such a lovely painting, I am not surprised it inspired your Haiga, perfect 💕

  10. Wilma Jean Kahn

    I enjoyed reading about your long-ago trip and the connection to the painting now in your living room. You have captured the past and held on! Thanks for the lovely little poem as well. Your rain made me think of my rain.

  11. Beautiful painting.

  12. My mother gave me a painting by her grandmother that I cherish. The one piece of art I kept after she died in May was a metal “tree” with ceramic birds that she got when we lived in Guatemala. I hung it on the wall in our sunny art room.

    I think of daisies as summer and even fall flowers.

    • I wonder if daisies are all seasons except winter! And maybe even winter SOMEWHERE. Arizona? I’m not sure . . . . Oh, I would definitely cherish one painted by my grandmother! Very cool. So glad you were able to keep the metal tree, too!!!

  13. A lovely memory and evocative poem.
    Good thing to know about Gerber daisies!

  14. Gwen M. Plano

    water drops drizzling…beautiful.

  15. A most beautiful memory and picture, Luanne. I really liked your haiku and your kigo word. I wasn’t sure what I was doing when I wrote mine but it worked out and I have a better idea now.

  16. Simply lovely haiku and simply lovely post!

  17. Love it, Luanne.❤️

  18. Both your haiku and the painting are lovely, Luanne. What a treasure for you to have discovered the painting in your mother’s basement after all these years, especially since it evoked such tender memories. <3

    • It’s kind of amazing that the painting wasn’t ruined. All those years just sitting there in the dust and cobwebs where it could have been accidentally kicked, etc.

  19. Selma Martin

    Aww, Luanne this is truly amazing.
    The lead story into a lovely art piece. But you were four. You remember that so well. I’m glad you saved that lovely painting and now giving it the honors it deserves. How wonderful are memories!
    Lovely haiku. I adore it. It reminds me of one of Basho’s
    Where the ring of the temple bell lingers on the flower. Yours is in that league. Lovely. Thanks.

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