beginning of summer
no more socks
the sound of flip flops
Aesha Bunch |
high heels click
bright lights flash
someone slips
Lisa Capasso |
running through the park
woodchips fly
scraped knee
Lisa Capasso |
slowly jogging
under a blue sky
red orchid
Hannah Woolard |
beginning of summer
no more socks
the sound of flip flops |
running through the park
woodchips fly
scraped knee |
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running through the park
woodchips fly
scraped knee
top
quarter champion |
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TOP half Chamption
sunshine
—over my friend's grave
the wind blows a path
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bottom
quarter champion
sunshine
—over my friend's grave
the wind blows a path
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water glistening
white-nosed lifeguard
dives in
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sunshine
—over my friend's grave
the wind blows a path
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hair flies in the wind—
first kiss
Lisa Capasso |
water glistening
white-nosed lifeguard
dives in
Aesha Bunch |
windy city
clear sky
she listens to the music
Hannah Woolard |
sunshine
—over my friend's grave
the wind blows a path
Lisa Capasso |
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TOP
half champion
sunshine
—over my friend's grave
the wind blows a path
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CHAMPION
sunshine
—over my friend's grave
the wind blows a path
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BOTTOM
half champion |
ligntning, thunder
and more rain
yellow boots at the front door
Hannah Woolard |
crayon covers the wall
she pouts
Lisa Capasso |
line going under
reeling it in
a smile on my face
Aesha Bunch |
along the shore
dusks settles in
a starfish
Hannah Woolard |
ligntning, thunder
and more rain
yellow boots at the front door |
along the shore
dusks settles in
a starfish |
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along the shore
dusks settles in
a starfish
top
quarter champion |
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BOTTOM
half champion
night sky—
chimes blow as I sign
my eviction notice
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bottom
quarter champion
night sky—
chimes blow as I sign
my eviction notice
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ring of salt
a slice of lime
margaritas our poison of choice
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night sky—
chimes blow as I sign
my eviction notice
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ring of salt
a slice of lime
margaritas our poison of choice
Hannah Woolard |
three dollar pitchers
laughter everywhere
karaoke night at LSB
Hannah Woolard |
the door slams
she sits on the bed
alone
Lisa Capasso |
night sky—
chimes blow as I sign
my eviction notice
Lisa Capasso |
© 2015, Randy Brooks • Millikin University. All rights returned to authors upon publication.
beginning of summer
no more socks
the sound of flip flops
Aesha Bunch |
high heels click
bright lights flash
someone slips
Lisa Capasso |
running through the park
woodchips fly
scraped knee
Lisa Capasso |
slowly jogging
under a blue sky
red orchid
Hannah Woolard |
The two of these paired together have the perfect contrast. The first one has a feeling of happiness and a sense of summer time. The way flip flop Is pronounced sounds the same as hear someone wear flip flops. The second one is good contrast because the reader can see the flashing lights and hear the person that has slipped. Both have excellent visual and and sharing sounds in the haiku. ~Hannah |
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hair flies in the wind—
first kiss
Lisa Capasso |
water glistening
white-nosed lifeguard
dives in
Aesha Bunch |
windy city
clear sky
she listens to the music
Hannah Woolard |
sunshine
—over my friend's grave
the wind blows a path
Lisa Capasso |
ligntning, thunder
and more rain
yellow boots at the front door
Hannah Woolard |
crayon covers the wall
she pouts
Lisa Capasso |
line going under
reeling it in
a smile on my face
Aesha Bunch |
along the shore
dusks settles in
a starfish
Hannah Woolard |
ring of salt
a slice of lime
margaritas our poison of choice
Hannah Woolard |
three dollar pitchers
laughter everywhere
karaoke night at LSB
Hannah Woolard |
the door slams
she sits on the bed
alone
Lisa Capasso |
night sky—
chimes blow as I sign
my eviction notice
Lisa Capasso |
I really enjoyed these two poems together because it created such an atmosphere of late nights in college. When talking about margaritas I think of groups of friends going to mi pueb and getting jumbo margaritas feeling a bit to tipsy to drive home. Calling friends asking for a favor because they had to do the same for them. It creates such a visual for me the salt on the glass the lime on the edge of the glass the smell of tequila. I really enjoy the comparison to talking about a typical Wednesday at LSB everyone no matter what they were doing on a Wednesday night would put it down for a while or finish h.w early just to go get 3 dollar pitchers at lsb not only because of the cheap beer but because of the bad karaoke preformed my our classmates. It was always guaranteed to have a good night. ~Lisa |
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