Global Haiku • January 2016
Dr. Randy Brooks

Haiku

by
T.J. Griffin

The first day of class I was looking around and saw that I was the only guy in the class and this made me think. I didn’t know what I just got myself into but I had to think positive thoughts. I mean I was the only guy in a classroom with nine women, right? And just me. As we began to write poems, ideas popped into my head left and right, but then as the week went on I didn’t know what else to talk about. I went to the only thing I knew would help me in this situation and that was to write about love. I never wrote so many love poems in my life until this class. I thought this was a chance for the women to see my sweet side and to see how I can open up to talk about my feelings. This is how my collection of haiku poems came about.

heated city
boy filled with demons
with a loaded gun

leaving my love     on the line

hoop dreams
the kid who shoots
paper into trash cans

March Madness
SWISH!
Nothing but net . . .

thinking with the river
memories come
               and go

looking into the sky
a name
shining through clouds

bouncing balls
a saddened kid
. . . with no friends

my brother's secret
dad cries when
the phone rings

the curse
WALKING in
Grandpa's sneakers

HUSTLEEE
the score is going uPPPP
but it's not our team

round ball
moves past the hoop's horizon
a setting sun

practice makes perfect
early morning
10 out of 10