Global Haiku • Fall 2017
Dr. Randy Brooks

renku:

Eternal Love

by
Mia Klek
Trey DeLuna
Meghan Pender
Tyler Huber

Breakfast & A Kiss

by
Mia Klek

My haiku come from the present moment and the feelings and emotions I’m having in that moment. My heart and mind work together as one. I am involved in theatre, so expressing myself comes rather easily. I try to make my haiku relatable to emotions every person goes through. I think my very best haiku come from when I have the time to sit down and really get in touch with what I’m going through that day. Writing about personal things such as my family, friends and passions in life also tend to be my best work, which in a way is also my muse. My muse is not necessarily one thing, but more of an inspiration. The people and activities that matter most to me in life are what motivate me to write haiku. To have documented what I love and how I feel about those things inspire me, as it reminds me of the little miracles that occur in my everyday life. The title of my collection is Breakfast and a Kiss because it comes from one of my favorite haiku I wrote this semester. ~Mia

Reader’s Introduction:

Mia Klek has an approach to her writing that is extremely sentimental and makes the reader melt. She tends to write about feelings and emotions that can be relatable to people of any gender and of all ages. Her haiku tug at the heart strings and draw the audience into the imagery it creates. After each haiku, it is almost necessary to take a moment to picture the haiku in one’s imagination or take a deep breath to prepare for the next one. Her style of writing is very moving and touches the reader in a vulnerable yet welcoming way. ~Meghan Pender

riding his bike
for the first time
dad lets go

in the corner
of my eye
my childhood skips by

aggressively battling
in the bitter cold
thumb war

breezy fall night
counting every star
lying next to the brightest one

let the river take me wherever he chooses

father hangs the ornament
I can’t reach
Christmas Eve

the cold wet grass
between my toes
I escape

my little buddy
falls asleep in my arms
bad dream

the wife sick in bed
he brings her
breakfast and a kiss

a dozen roses
dropped
on her front porch

in the airport
after two years at war—
they don’t let go

practicing for hours
getting every last note
          laryngitis

choosing
the right dress
please pick me