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| Amy Losak's mom, Sydell Rosenberg, seen here, had dreams for her poetry that Losak wants to see live on. |
"Her haiku and senryu are compact and concise – and yet highly evocative –j visual snapshots of moments in time in nature, urban life and relationships; many of these short pictorial poems are perfect for children who are learning to engage with and interpret the world around them in creative ways," said Losak in an email.
She went on to say that it was her mom's wish to publish an A-B-C haiku reader for children. One time her mom "even had the guts to write to (children's book author) Maurice Sendak proposing a collaboration!"
But she didn't get to fulfill her dream of publishing a haiku picture book for kids. That was why Losak had emailed me. She's been trying to help her mom fulfill her goal posthumously, but not just in book form. Losak has been working with teachers and artists to share her mom's vision of what haiku can offer kids. With her husband's help, a website, Facebook page and Twitter feed have also been made.
Here's a poem written by her mom:
So pale – it hardly sat
on the outstretched branch
of the winter night.
"Mom's word choice is precise – and deliberate in its ambiguity: 'It' can mean or be almost anything. The first thing that may come to mind is the moon, of course – but 'it' could be a bird: a hawk, an owl, a sparrow, a blackbird, for example. Or 'it' can refer to a squirrel or a cat, or a bear – or another branch or a twig. 'It' can be raindrops or snow. 'It' can even be the setting sun at dusk – why not?" she wrote.
I loved her enthusiasm, and of course, the poem wasn't bad either. So I agreed to do an interview and help Losak with her goal of spreading her mother's gift to others.
Q: Did your mom read haiku to you as a kid?
A: Actually, no, I don't remember my mom...reading haiku to me, or to my brother, Nathan, when we were children. She may not have become immersed in the world of haiku until I was older, around 10 or 12...When I was a teenager and as an adult, my mom would share new haiku she had written and sometimes ask for my feedback and opinion. I think she wanted me to be her first audience – a kind of critical filter, in a constructive way. I confess that I wasn't always responsive, nor was I always overly encouraging – at least, not often enough. Perhaps I'm being too hard on myself, but looking back, I fear I didn't always take her work seriously, although I think I always knew there was something special about her – indeed, she was a little bit kooky (I say this with love). I regret now that I didn't show my appreciation more often – at least, more openly. I wish I had done more to let her know how much I appreciated her. When she died suddenly as a result of an aortic aneurysm in 1996, it was a shocking wake up call. I – my family – had lost a truly artistic soul.
Q: You are putting a lot of time into sharing your mom's work. What do you think haiku offers kids?
A: They are precise and concise, yet endlessly evocative. A random but astute observation, written down, can capture worlds. Haiku are open to interpretation and at the same time, they get to the point. Haiku stimulates the imagination but requires discipline as well. Children can use haiku as tools or catalysts for visual self-expression, but also for so much more. I think haiku – because of their short format – can also cultivate a love of wordplay and metaphor. Haiku can help teach or even inspire kids to "see" – that is, connect them with the daily wonders of life on so many levels.
Q: Tell me about the website your husband made. And there's Twitter and a Facebook page as well?
A: The new website, sydellpoetry.com was designed by my husband, Cliff, as a birthday present for me...He created the Twitter account and Facebook page as well. These sites will evolve, with more haiku and other content. The website is a work in progress. I also may take an iPad art class so I can illustrate her work myself – and perhaps produce a digital book for children. Meanwhile, I am thrilled to have these digital destinations for my mom's haiku – an online presence for her. This is my tribute to my mom, many years after her death in 1996. I think she would have marveled at the possibilities of all of this!
