Although I read all of Mr. Leslie's poems such as "Her Voice" and "Joe", the one that stuck out to me was "Red-Tailed Hawk". This particular poem stuck out to me because I thought it was unique and it ran so many questions through my head (Also I love nature.) The first question that I will ask Mr. Leslie tomorrow will be: "Is this a non-fiction poem?" I think to ask this because it is so strange." On a sudden impulse I pulled over...For the rest of the day I drove around with his body... I laid him in that shallow grave..." Never in my life have I heard of someone finding a dead animal (No less a hawk) then putting it in their car to burry the next day. But other things were running through my head trying to make sense. On a T.V show once I heard that there are always dead animals on the side of main highways. So when I read the part about the eighteen wheelers, I thought that it meant something else then just creating wind. "Eighteen-wheelers roared by, their backwash ruffling his feathers." I think that this part of the poem (Who knows if this is even right?) represents the danger these roads have on the birds. The danger is that there is so many eighteen wheelers drive by and accidentally kill the birds. I also loved how Mr. Leslie put part of his cultural legacy in this poem. “...of my Native ancestors ...I lit a bundle of desert sage and approached the hole I had dug earlier. I laid him in that shallow grave, chanting a sacred mantra … as the nearly full moon rose directly overhead in the clear starlit sky. As faint wisps of sage smoke lingered, I played the wooden flute softly, then with my bare hands buried this beautiful creature." See I find this interesting. It seems as if he performed a type of spiritual ritual on the dead hawk! Now the actual haiku I thought was a bit confusing. I didn't understand the second line. "...A hand dappled with age spots..." Is this referencing the old decaying bird in his hand? or is he himself old?
1. How do you get the inspiration to these poems? …Daily life?
2. How do you write a Haibun? Is there a specific format to the beginning paragraphs?
3. Why do you write these poems?
4. Are they considered poems sense they have paragraphs of writing?
1/10 Speaker- 4.0 (Again), Nothing was really wrong with her but I just don't see the interest in writing about travel.
My Haibun
I see the woods she goes hunting in every day. Not knowing about her destiny, soon to show up at the front door. The last place anyone would want to live…North America especially after the last civil war. The girl with skin as chard as a burning log. Who defies the nature everyone came accustom to know.
The battle just begins with me as the twenty fifth competitor. I follow her around in the woods she thought she knew well, until the action comes. I just climb a tree and wait until the danger is over, for her to rescue me. She never comes. A sting in my hard as if a spear was throne at me.
I will never end up seeing the girl that has done the impossible. She has killed and saved the same amount of people from this evil place
But little does she know...Now it's not just a game.*
Opened the first page,
Twenty fifth, district fourteen,
Only one can win.*
* My Haibun was referencing "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins and my experience reading it as the twenty fifth (out of twenty four) contestant in the Hunger Games!
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