Global Haiku • Fall 2018
Dr. Randy Brooks

Jenesi Moore is a senior biology major from Decatur, IL. In her free time, she loves reading, photography, dancing, listening to music, and, of course, playing with her 5-year-old daughter, Serenity. Jenesi joined the haiku seminar hoping to gain more insight into the poetry world, and she “received that and so much more”. Her remarks on Global Haiku? “I have learned more in this class than I ever thought I would. This class has not only changed my outlook on haiku, it has changed my outlook on life.”

Wading Through

by
Jenesi Moore

Wading Through is a string of haiku that signify the coming and goings; the
ups and downs of life. In no particular order, the haiku in Wading Through give glimpses into the light and the dark of the realm of the young adult life. The concept of “wading through” signifies a struggle, whether wading through water, wading through struggles, or wading through life.

The insight for Wading Through came from many different inspirations, from friends here at Millikin, my personal life experiences, things on the news, young adult literature books that I’ve read, and small things I’ve noticed in everyday life. Wading Through contains some lighter, and some darker haiku, that signify that there are ups...and downs.. of life. I hope that you can enjoy the work I have put together. Here is Wading Through.

dislocated shoulder
fibbing through gritted teeth
I fell down the stairs

12th birthday party
squeals as she opens
her first miniskirt

drug party cascade
the bluest tongue
wins a prize

mid-sentence romeo
words graced by his lips
i wonder how they taste

repeated wedding bells
grandma has more rings
                  than Saturn

separación de la frontera
madre e hija
lágrimas de desesperación

double-dutch divas
skip the purple rope
in the pouring rain

periwinkle fairy dust
cradles the child
corrupt from birth

hot commodity
bickering sisters
last slice of apple pie

chocolate skin
his fingers trace my lips
hershey kiss

crisis hotline
she pops her gum
in between my words

finding my voice
no more biting bullets
that struck his heart

morning glories
mama sobers up
on the staircase

street girl
the beggar offers me
her last apple slice

ribbon restraints
crossing the finish lines
on my wrists