PACE Global Haiku • January 2008
Dr. Randy Brooks

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Christina Reed

Kasen Renga:
Traveling Feathers

Selected Haiku

by
Christina Reed

Each haiku in this collection has been selected from haiku attempts made throughout the course of my Millikin class with Dr. Brooks. I prefer to call them “attempts” because I simply don’t yet have the confidence in my editing skills to consider them respectable haiku. I leave it open to the reader to interpret many of my haiku in different ways. Each has a significant connection to some point in my own life, whether that reason is evident to the reader or not. My theory on choosing haiku for this collection was to include the most significant to myself as well as the haiku approved by my classmates and teacher.

I post this haiku collection in hopes that it may have a meaningful connection to other individuals, as it has to me. Each haiku attempt is focused on a single moment… most of which are quite emotional. However, I prefer to limit my use of emotional descriptions so that the reader has the enjoyment of “feeling it out” on his/her own. Though the reader may not have been with me during the haiku moments, he/she may join in the experience through my haiku attempts at sharing them. The reader should reflect on his/her own past while pondering the haiku moments found in this booklet.

~Christina Reed
Decatur, Illinois


a sea of eyes
I meet their stare
cold tiles underfoot


threads dangle & color fades
exposing my knowledge –
black belt


from the darkness…
a tiny
winged visitor

 


a beam of light
penetrates the darkness…
memories of outside


it dripped
on my cheek—
a “cave kiss”

 


along the shore
of the cave river—
beaver track


through the window
my snowman
smiles back
at me

 


numb fingers...
committed to
shaping the snow


tiny tracks
in the snow—
an early morning song

 


in the doghouse
on his blankie—
watching the snow fall


bitter wind…
fumbling for candles
in the silent darkness

 


a flock of feathers
returning—
to abandoned homes


winter night…
toes
under fur

 


next to Astroturf
painted with wildflowers—
an overgrown lawn


same old cave…
new discoveries
each year

 

 

 

 


© 2008, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
All rights returned to authors upon publication.