Haiku Kukai 3 Favorites
Global Haiku • Millikin University • January 2019
dense drifting fog Alex Collins Words such as dense, fog, and nothingness help me create a misty isolated wood forest, where the fog shows the way. Reminds me of slenderman, where there’s nobody around, just the viewer. Conner Cloney, January 2019 The mysterious vibe that this haiku presents is captivating. I struggle to picture a living being within this setting. In the middle of a field, heavy fog lies still. It begins to part way and open up a path to absolutely nothing. This haiku is chilling and spooky. An eerie feeling was felt felt while reading this haiku. The last line of this poem, nothingness, gives meaning standing all by itself. I like that the word stands alone, given that it is nothing. Maggie Comerford, January 2019 |
three little ones Alex Collins |
pulling on a weed Conner Cloney |
only yesterday Margaret Comerford This makes me think of when my grandmother lost her mother. She always goes and visit her grave. She finds comfort in knowing that her mother is standing right there with her embracing and looking down on her proud. Almost like anyone has lost someone. They want to feel that last touch, That just makes them feel safe. Christian Zenon, January 2019 |
graveyard Tyvon Johnson |
family dinner Christian Zenon Every single time I am home from college I feel myself doing this. Nothing is better than a home cooked meal from mom or grandma. They always make more than enough food and then some to take back. You cannot help but go in for one more bite. One bite then turns to two and so on. Kailey Lyons, January 2019 |
the lowest place Alex Collins I enjoy this haiku because it is a story of someone going down to an all time low, gathering themself, and then coming back at it. It’s an inspirational piece with a deeper meaning; whenever you think you’re at an all time low, you can still come back. Maybe not perfect, but progress can always be made. Conner Cloney, January 2019 |
mistletoe hangs Taron Jones |
Mother's blessing Christian Zenon |
i live alone Kailey Lyons |
let’s play a game. Kailey Lyons |
eyes heavy Taron Jones |
stranger Taron Jones This kukai really touched my heart because I didn’t have a father in my life growing up. So when it says stranger I really felt that. All I visual is my mother raising me by herself my entire life. Von Johnson, January 2019
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rose petals Tyvon Johnson This just brings me to what time Saturday afternoon. Hanging out lawn chair very elegant vacation like scene. With incense burning and petals all around just to increase the serenity that we are in. Or this can be used as a funeral. When someone has rose petals on their casket from the flowers in the bouquet that are rolled up. Then the incense all around the church and the smoke from the candles. Christian Zenon, January 2019 |
rushy morning Christian Zenon |
power out Kailey Lyons |
fight after fight Kailey Lyons This one hits home pretty well for me. My family had more fights than probably days I've lived. There were fights about fights, and they seemed to never be willing to end. It was one after another with no reprieve, yet my parents, sister, and I have found a strong connection with each other despite those fights and shortcomings. Alex Collins, January 2019 Once again we have a young woman in a toxic relationship. However, this time the girl finds comfort in the companion. The fighting has worn on her over time but has become the norm. In a way she hopes and continues to tell herself that it will get better, one day. As she matures with the man she hopes that they will grow out of that phase. This young girl does not have much experience with relationships therefore she almost doesn’t know the serenity of a peaceful and civil relationship. Maggie Comerford, January 2019 This haiku made me imagine someone being in an abusive relationship. It’s hard for them to leave because they find confront with the fussing and fighting all the time. It also made me think about a time I knew a girl who was in one of those relationships and she wouldn’t leave because that’s where she felt she belong with him. Von Johnson, January 2019 |
the game goes on Kailey Lyons This is a hard fought game. I play soccer and when it rains the games not over. There was one time I was playing in high school. This is a new season so we just got brand new jerseys. We were in our semi final game in the game was tied. After Half time we came out of the locker room and we were ready to go but it was a downpour of rain. We ended up winning, but the end result was soaked uniforms. Our wants snow white uniforms would never be as white as they once were. Christian Zenon, January 2019 |
a neighbor's dog barks Conner Cloney |
i hug students goodbye Margaret Comerford I imagine this teacher is teaching at a school in a poor, crime ridden community. She loves her students like they are her own. She sees the potential they all have but fear that all of it will be broken because of the life experiences they will have outside of the school. For some kids school might be their only escape because they are too young to leave the house when they need a break. This teacher does her best to be a mother to these children and provide for them in any way she can. Kailey Lyons, January 2019 The reason I like this haiku is because it gives off this sense of a teacher giving shelter. It makes me think of if everything is falling out of place, students can always have a safe place to run to. If no other place in the neighborhood is safe, this school is where they will be safe. Taron Jones, January 2019 |
summer breeze Margaret Comerford This one is something that I feel like everyone does. It's so relatable and brings up this relaxing feeling of sitting in the car with your friends hanging out and doing what you feel fits the moment. You've got the windows rolled down, music playing, conversations going, and laughs all around. The haiku does a great job of setting up that scene and having it stick in the reader's mind. Alex Collins, January 2019 |
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