Friday Haiku Contest Winner!
In last week's Friday Haiku Contest, the theme word was awkward, yet all of the haikus submitted were actually quite gracefully executed.
Of those non-awkward haikus, the BINGO ball roller chose B4 as the winner:
It seems silly now
how awkward my first kiss was
the mirror was cold
Karen J.
Congratulations, Karen! In just 17 syllables you reminded all of us of our childhoods, when anything seemed possible yet everything felt so awkward. (And I bet everyone reading this had a smooch with a mirror at some point during those early years!)
While your haiku was not awkward, your prize certainly is -- or at least its real life counterpart seems pretty darn awkward. Here it is:
Yep, you've won a wooden klompen, or clog, from Holland. If you ask me, wearing a pair of these would be the height of awkwardness, at least for a clutz like myself. But for you, Karen, this clog means you're a winner! Display it proudly as a reminder of your awesomeness and the non-awkward haiku you shared here in the Friday Haiku Contest. (Of course, you gotta contact me first to claim your prize.)
Awkward or not, I'd love to see each and every visitor to Grandma's Briefs give it a shot in this week's Friday Haiku Contest. It's pretty simple: Just create a 17-syllable poem, rhyming or not and divided up into three lines (five syllables in the first, seven syllables in the second, five syllables in the third). Oh, and you gotta use the theme word of the week in your haiku. Entering a haiku puts you in the running for fabulous prizes goofy tchotchkes from the Grandma's Briefs antique-store stash!
It's all in good fun -- meaning you won't be judged by anyone other than the BINGO ball roller -- so c'mon and join us. You'll find this week's theme word and other details HERE or you can always click on the Friday Haiku tab at the top of this page.
Today's question:
When was your first (non-mirror) kiss?
My answer: It was during the summer between my sixth and seventh grade, at a boy-girl birthday party at my house. After doing The Locomotion around the neighborhood and eating Mom's homemade pizza, we played Spin the Bottle and I had a very chaste, very uneventful first kiss with Brian Yates.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Reader Comments (8)
Great Haiku and adorable clog!
I can still remember my first kiss like it was yesterday. I was in the 8th grade and had my first "real" boyfriend. He kissed me on the sidewalk of a semi-busy West Seattle neighborhood street standing by the fence of my old elementary school. I was hooked. We kissed for the next 8 months before he broke up with me to go kiss another girl! That "boy" died a couple years ago. :(
That's sweet, Tammy. And very sad.
My first kiss still gives me nightmares. Malcolm Holt was at my front door (I was fourteen) after a family day of swimming, he put his arms around me, leaned down, I tipped my face up, closed my eyes and almost fell into his head. His mouth was wide open! I had instant visions of Noah being swallowed by the whale and almost wet my pants! He, later on, became a radio personality in our little town and I've wondered many times how many girls he has swallowed whole over the years.
In a movie theater during Braveheart. And that's all I want to say about that.
I'll never forget my first kiss. The summer between 8th and 9th grade we went to visit my grandmother and I met her new neighbor Tim. He had blond hair, dimples and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen! We had gone for a walk and we were on the back porch saying good night and he bent down and kissed me...the softest sweetest kiss I've ever had! I thought I died and went to heaven! It was the kiss I compared all kisses to after that! Lucky for my husband, his kisses measured up!
I love hearing these stories! You guys are tuggin' on my heartstrings in such a sweet way -- and on a day that I desperately needed them tugged and tied up in happy shapes. Thank you!
This was such an awesome haiku. I don't really believe that the Bingo ball roller chose it. I would have chosen it.
I was just barely 18. My best friend in the world was dating another girl I didn't like. He was mine completely otherwise- we spent hours on the phone at 2 am. He was about to leave on an LDS mission, and I was going to lose him for 2 years. But he liked the other girl so much. And I was jealous. It took me 3 days of almost constant companionship and talking to finally admit to him that I loved him and when I told him on my front porch, he kissed me. It was a good kiss.
I didn't marry him. Turns out he was a jerk. But the details aren't important. My first kiss had me on cloud 9.