Haibun: My Mother’s Voice

For dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille Monday.  A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words using the assigned word.  Today De gives us the word “voice”.

 

Haibun: My Mother’s Voice
The death of a mother is the first sorrow wept without her. ― Anonymous

This morning I heard my mother’s voice. I had an omelet for breakfast with a fresh picked tomato on the side. The tomato was juicy and spread its juice all over the plate.
my mother’s voice
in a tomato –
tears and juices mingle

 

 

30 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. whimsygizmo
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 15:25:48

    Oh, Toni. That quote hit me right in the gut.

    And the visual you’ve created here is incredible.

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  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 15:33:40

    Sometimes you just recall… my mothers voice was never cooking… but she knew how to use a chainsaw, and I might cry the next time I hear one.

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    • kanzensakura
      Aug 12, 2019 @ 15:36:00

      Yes, We hear our mother’s voice in all kinds of ways. My mother was good with a chainsaw as well. Actually it was the tomato but that is for me to know. She was a genius with gardening. Every time I eat a fresh picked tomato, I hear her voice. And te tears will come at the oddest of times.

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  3. Charmed Chaos
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 15:48:28

    Sometimes, that voice is as clear as a bell. Beautiful Toni.

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  4. Jane Dougherty
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 15:58:22

    Lovely, and so moving. Mothers find their way into so many things we do. Their place is huge.

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  5. kim881
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 16:14:11

    The quote is so true and your haibun knocked the stuffing out of me this evening. I can hear my mother’s voice in unusual places too.

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  6. Beverly Crawford
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 16:40:37

    A lovely haibun among the quadrilles, like a lily among the roses … all beautiful.

    Reply

  7. rivrvlogr
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 16:44:04

    Oh, that feeling of remembrance, when the senses bring to mind someone who will always live within your heart. Well done.

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  8. robtkistner
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 16:44:54

    Tender perspective Toni…

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  9. msjadeli
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 17:00:24

    your tears mingling with the juices on your plate is so touching. I’m sorry you lost her but glad she is still with you.

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  10. Mish
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 19:55:02

    This is truly special and touching.Those simplest of moments can be so powerful in remembrance.

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  11. Grace
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 20:19:51

    This tugs the heart Toni.

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  12. lynn__
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 20:32:16

    Wow, the poignancy of sweet memory in unexpected places! Thanks for sharing such an emotionally personal moment.

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  13. Truedessa
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 20:42:23

    Tears and juice mingle…that is a strong image and I can feel your sorrow.

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  14. rothpoetry
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 20:58:07

    Beautifully done Toni. It is amazing how something like a tomato can take us back and rebreak our hearts.

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  15. qbit
    Aug 12, 2019 @ 22:27:44

    “my mother’s voice
    in a tomato –
    tears and juices mingle”

    That is terrific.

    Reply

  16. merrildsmith
    Aug 13, 2019 @ 07:56:05

    Such vivid imagery, Toni. This moved me to tears.

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  17. Frank Hubeny
    Aug 13, 2019 @ 13:17:34

    Very nice remembrance of your mother hearing her voice.

    Reply

  18. memadtwo
    Aug 13, 2019 @ 13:57:57

    The voices of the dead are everywhere and penetrate the simplest things. (K)

    Reply

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