|
Carolyn Hall
Yvonne Cabalona
Pamela A. Babusci
D. Claire Gallagher
Ferris Gilli
|
More Tributes to Kay F. Anderson
I went down to Redwood City to see Kay a couple of weeks before she slipped
into a coma. I consider myself so fortunate to have had that time with her,
when she was still alert enough that we could laugh and cry together.
I feel so grateful for that hour in her presence. Even then she was saying
things like, “If you ever need to talk, just call me.” Then
she’d catch herself talking about the future as if there were going
to be one, and she’d say, “Oh my God, listen to me.” And
we’d both cry. Our dear friend Kay Anderson, beautiful writer, haiku
poet and visual artist, never hesitated to share the gift of her
unconditional love with those who came into her life. The world will be a
much sorrier place without her.
a squirrel’s leap
from fence to tree —
the certainty of her love
— Carolyn Hall
I discovered Kay at my first attendance of a Haiku Poets of Northern
California, Two Autumns reading. I was so impressed with her zest for haiku
that I just couldn’t help but think I wanted to write and read like
her when I grow up. Not only was her poetry full of life, so was she. I was
impressed with her enthusiasm and her delivery. Of one of her poems she
even remarked, “I think I finally got this one right.” It made
me realize that no matter how practiced one was with haiku, it was still a
challenge to get that moment right. She showed me haiku need not be delivered
in monotone. I’ve been trying to emulate her ever since. Haiku is full
of color and she showed me that. She will be sorely missed.
February rain
the impression left behind
by her voice
— Yvonne Cabalona
Kay F. Anderson was one of my closest haiku and tanka friends. Although
we never met in person, I knew her through her poetry, artwork, letters and
e-mails. I understood her spirit, her faith and her deep love of God.
She was truly a gift from God and I shall miss her deeply, but, I will
see her again in heaven.
path to heaven . . .
white dew
on white chrysanthemums
— Pamela A. Babusci
My longtime friend Kay F. Anderson inspired me with her winged spirit and
open heart. She inhabited her days fully with joy and grace.
In my poem honoring Kay’s passing, I use the term “flying
white.” It is a sumi-e brush technique. The stroke of a brush in the
hands of a skilled artist can produce deep black, threaded by pure white.
the flying white
of her sumi-e —
cold moon
— D. Claire Gallagher
brilliant sunset
the call of an egret
joining its flock
— Ferris Gilli
|
