Global Haiku PACE June 2005
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Patti Freimuth

A Service Star

haiku by
Patti Freimuth

About seven and a half years ago, I was stuck in the hospital for approximately three weeks awaiting the arrival of our first child. It was then that I was introduced to scrapbooking, mainly to keep my sanity. I feel in love with scrapbooking because you can display your pictures in a creative ways but more importantly you could reveal the details of the story that the picture didn’t tell itself.

When I started the Global Haiku Traditions class, I wasn’t really sure what a haiku was. Of course I had written a few in grade school but the emphasize was more on the language arts aspect of counting syllables. Enrolling in the Global Haiku class has taught me that there is so much more to haiku. Writing a haiku was very difficult at first because I wanted to use feeling words such as ‘lonely’ to describe how something made me feel instead of painting an image and letting the reader experience the feeling himself.


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My goal with my scrapbooking is to capture and preserve moments in time so that future generations will have a glimpse of what our lives were really like as well as who we were. Haiku fits naturally into my hobby because it offers me a unique way of journaling those memories. After all, a haiku is a poem that takes the reader back to that particular moment for them to experience it through all their senses. They say a picture is worth a thousand words but the few words of a well-written haiku can evoke the most amazing picture in your mind!

From the deaths of close family members and my husband’s deployment, I have learned how valuable relationships are. My daughters have taught me to appreciate the little things in life and the joy of living in the moment. It is from these people and the events in my life that have inspired my haiku. I have chosen the title ‘Details’ for two reasons. First of all each haiku I have written will eventually be placed in one of my scrapbooks adding details to the pictures. Secondly, when reading any haiku the reader must fill in some details from their memories to connect with the haiku. I hope that you slowly read through my collection and enjoy each of them. —Patti Freimuth

empty parking lot at Armory
back home alone
a single red rose



noisy playground
shaded by a great elm
a child sits alone

         nearby a lonely violet
         stands among the clover

clear blue sky
from a single cloud
sudden raindrops

         twirling in the air
         a colorful umbrella

sultry evening
on the computer
I play solitaire

         outside in the black sky
         only the wishing star

Patti Freimuth & Deb Lehman

eight months in Germany
watching the hands of the clock
move so slowly


smoke billowing from debris
a tear rolls down her cheek
Lady Liberty

This one really moved me—it captured the heart of the whole collection she wrote. Since I know what Patti and her family has gone through regarding Ethan serving our country, the comparison between Lady Liberty and her family is awesome! If I didn't know Patti, her girls or Ethan before reading the haiku I would feel as though I knew a piece of their family's life after reading it. Great job Patti! —Cindy Stuckey

dressing in daddy’s camo
trying to hide
our tears


news coverage on T.V.
a child’s endless questions
some without answers

at the mailbox
letters overflow
saying only one thing


all pile in bed
unwilling to leave his side
lest he disappear

at the zoo
smiling down at me
the giraffe


summer afternoon
dandelion seeds float by
wishing dad’s return

my two daughters
blowing bubbles in the yard
my little heroes


yellow ribbon
placed in a box
mission complete

on the front door
weathered by the seasons
a service star flag


traveling overseas
a handmade quilt wraps a soldier
with memories of home

E-mail from Germany
his cologne
on an empty t-shirt


for an instant
the miles dissapear

Deb Lehman

It was October many years ago when my mom died. Days after her funeral I was going thru her things, I remember sliding her jacket on pulling it close to me and breathing deep.. her scent still lingered and for a brief moment she was there with her arms around me. Thank you for this memory Patti. —Deb Lehman


outside the kid’s window
a snowman
stands guard

on a shelf
the black and white cat
among the stuffed animals


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