Haiku Kukai 3

Global Haiku • Millikin University • January 2020

white lilies
a long road
to the gravestone


as they read the menu
she shuffles through her purse
counting change

whirling blades pierce
a dimly lit room
drat . . . a lightbulb out

one dad
one mom
two Christmases


a streak of black
pierces the deep blue

distorted world
bleeding colors in the sky
the kaleidoscope

Sunday brunch
the in-laws
are in town


early morning
stomachs growling

taking turns
with the new ukulele
some pluck, some strum

sweet smelling breeze
grandma's apple pie
in the window


the sweet man . . . dead
left in his place

starlight sky
a field of peonies,
our blooming white lily

true love . . .
fat burritos


narcoleptic roommate
beer soaked and stained
college couch

family gathers
arguments pass
like floating leaves

open window
two worlds


back rub
with fingernails out
the cat likes it

a dozen weeping willows
guiding my fate . . .
to you

snow covered roof
through the chimney


crunchy autumn leaves
a long walk
at dawn

look at yourself
open your ears
dealbreaker . . . ?

morning light
she turns to me
for a New Year's kiss


my happiness
my heart
asked me to marry

boots tying
rucksacks packed
another country

© 2020, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
All rights returned to authors upon publication.