Monday, September 12, 2011

Haiku Mondays: JOURNEY


Behind her Old World
ties dissolve. Free at last? No.
New ones quickly spun.

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Journey is the theme for this week's Haiku Monday, hosted by
last week's winner, Aunty Belle.
You can play, or just read, over at her place.

7 comments:

DeepBlue said...

OMG! I wonder how long it would take from Bremen to New York on a boat back then. Wonder how long it would take today?

Those were great and fearful journeys.
Great post and beautiful haiku.
Hugs
Jon

Jenny said...

That's just beautiful and the collage you put together is perfect. This is the kind of thing that puts a lump in my thought.

Do I see a young Moi in there? I think I do.

Nicely done.

Princess said...

This reminded me of my immigrant Great Gandparents leaving one country on a journey to new and unknown beginnings on a distant shore.
Great collage Moi. Thank you.

Aunty Belle said...

Fer them, it musta seemed as fearsome as headin' to the moon.
Here's a Haiku whar' the visual is a big plus.

Fine Haiku, Moi. We all has Mama on the heart this week it seems--or I'se readin' it into others' entries.

fishy said...

Lovely.
These journeys make me wonder if today we still have the courage of our ancestors.

Ghost of Ellis Island said...

Very good haiku and great collage!

moi said...

Deep Blue: I'm not sure how long it took her. A month, maybe? She told me once, but the irony of youth is that you ignore your parents' stories for the most part, and then in some cases, like mine, they die just at the point you DO want to hear them.

Boxer: You mean the young child? That's not me. Those children were her charges in Manhattan. She came over as a nanny. If you mean do you see me in her face, the funny thing is, my brother looks exactly like her, I look exactly like my father. But I act and feel exactly like my mother, my brother like my father. Genetics are freaky.

Princess: One really has to marvel at their determination. I couldn't imagine leaving this country. Because the beauty of it is, it's never really given me a reason TO leave. I guess that was the point of its founding :o)

Aunty: When the Americans occupied her village after the war, she decided she would grow up and come to this country to live. She saved for years and finally got a nanny gig. Her family was pissed, but she didn't care. She was focused like that.

Fishy: I think courage is as courage does. We've been lucky, both for where we live and how we've lived. We've never had reason to truly get up in arms enough to leave. Where would we go, besides? Some unoccupied island somewhere? Best to stay and fight.

Ghost: Thanks. But, that is a collage my mother put together in one of her ever-present photo albums. She was an incessant collager and scrapbooker from an early age.