Kuro Haiku Matching Contest - 3 - Fall 2013 • Millikin University

five years past
fresh flowers on his grave
each Sunday

Morgan

late birthday gift
presented
to the casket

Rachel

staring into the fire
faces of the dead
in the flames—speak

Sarah

speaking his name
for the last time—
now truly dead

mark

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late birthday gift
presented
to the casket

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speaking his name
for the last time—
now truly dead

 

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speaking his name
for the last time—
now truly dead

top quarter champion

 

TOP half Chamption

speaking his name
for the last time—
now truly dead

 

bottom quarter champion

a crying mother
holds her silent
newborn baby

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a cricket chirp
too quiet
alone

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a crying mother
holds her silent
newborn baby

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the screech
from the cat
October night

Codi

a cricket chirp
too quiet
alone

Ramey

a crying mother
holds her silent
newborn baby

Caitlin

humanity
each wonder and achievement
humbled by the clock

John


 

TOP half champion

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speaking his name
for the last time—
now truly dead

 

 

CHAMPION

valentine's day
all the flower bouquets
dead come March


 

 

valentine's day
all the flower bouquets
dead come March

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BOTTOM half champion

sandwich shop fly
crushed
my hope

Brock

little boy's cry
his red balloon
gone forever

Morgan

proof
existing exclusively
through logic and theorems

John

smack
a plastic star
hits my face

Brock

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sandwich shop fly
crushed
my hope

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smack
a plastic star
hits my face

 

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sandwich shop fly
crushed
my hope

top quarter champion

 

BOTTOM half champion

valentine's day
all the flower bouquets
dead come March

 

bottom quarter champion

valentine's day
all the flower bouquets
dead come March

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old bed pillow
capturing
forgotten dreams

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valentine's day
all the flower bouquets
dead come March

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old bed pillow
capturing
forgotten dreams

Mark

darkness falls
never ending
sleep

Rick

valentine's day
all the flower bouquets
dead come March

Morgan

stained coffee mug
never to be used
again

Rachel

© 2013, Randy Brooks • Millikin University. All rights returned to authors upon publication.

five years past
fresh flowers on his grave
each Sunday

Morgan

late birthday gift
presented
to the casket

Rachel

staring into the fire
faces of the dead
in the flames—speak

Sarah

speaking his name
for the last time—
now truly dead

mark

the screech
from the cat
October night

Codi

a cricket chirp
too quiet
alone

Ramey

a crying mother
holds her silent
newborn baby

Caitlin

humanity
each wonder and achievement
humbled by the clock

John

 

 

For me, this haiku brought back a strong memory. Close to this time last year my mother gave birth to my stillborn sister. Knowing that babies are rarely quiet, and that this haiku was written with a dark theme, it was easy for anyone to make the connection; even those who may not have had a similar experience with which to associate it. Mikayla

 

 

 

a crying mother
holds her silent
newborn baby

little boy's cry
his red balloon
gone forever

 

 

These were probably my two favorite haiku from our Kuro Haiku Matching. I loved the red balloon because of how relatable it is. Balloons are so special to little kids. I can picture a little boy holding onto a balloon and then accidentally letting it go. One would think the world had ended when it disappears into the sky. His prized possession is gone. It brought on a sense of loss as a child. The haiku about the crying mother and her stillborn baby also brings on a sense of loss. This mother, who has carried her child for months, holds onto it. However, similar to the balloon, she probably saw the life of her most prized possession drift away. Rachel

sandwich shop fly
crushed
my hope

Brock

little boy's cry
his red balloon
gone forever

Morgan

proof
existing exclusively
through logic and theorems

John

smack
a plastic star
hits my face

Brock

old bed pillow
capturing
forgotten dreams

Mark

darkness falls
never ending
sleep

Rick

valentine's day
all the flower bouquets
dead come March

Morgan

stained coffee mug
never to be used
again

Rachel

I really like that we get the imagery of this poem with the time and setting without it being explicitly stated. I get a nighttime vibe from the pillow and the dreams, and the image of a bedroom. I also like that it almost gives life to the pillow, as the pillow is able to “capture” forgotten dreams. It brings up the feeling of being attached to a certain object because it carries with it so many memories. Morgan

 

Again, we get the time setting from the word “darkness” without the time being explicitly state. However, the actual place in which it is set is more ambiguous in this poem than the previous. I think the ambiguity works here though because it creates a darker, creepy vibe that comes with the unknown. I also like the placement and structure of the words because it almost looks like the word sleep is falling, which goes with the whole falling into a never ending abyss thing going on in the poem. Morgan

I believe that almost every girl has experienced this imagery at some point in their life. Boys may have also seen this occurrence when their parents had received flowers. The flowers are so beautiful to look at and bring joyous memories of the person who had given the individual the flowers. Valentine's day is a day that many people correspond with love and is seen as a day that flowers are given to the ones that people love. However, these flowers wilt and die as spring approaches. People forget who gave them the flowers and the reasoning or thought behind the bouquet. As the flowers become old, just like many other objects in people's lives, they become less important and are thrown away where the memory behind the object is forgotten forever. Codi

This poem brings about an image of a vase full of a dozen roses, given to someone by their beloved on Valentine’s Day. However, not even a month afterwards, come the beginning of March, the beloved leaves. Though the flowers were kept alive to a certain degree, by the time this parting of ways has occurred between the lovers, the roses are crispy and the water is molding.  The smell from the now rancid bouquet reeks and causes a reminder to the recipient, who, much like the flowers, is brown and decaying on the inside. Brock