Haiku Kukai 3 Favorites
Global Haiku • Millikin University • September 2015
cool fall evening |
4inch heels |
a pair of jeans Diane Warmoth (13) |
missing an eye Dara Johnson (6) |
the lipstick Catrina LaDew (4) |
there he was |
four leaf clover— |
the painting of him Catrina LaDew (9) |
a crisp fall night |
Forest Ave Nystasia Harris-Shelley (2) |
among the leeches Catrina LaDew (2) |
her something old Alisha Lafferty (14) |
late in the game |
walking alone |
old compound bow Craig Harshman (5) |
chill in the air |
little girl's tattered blankey Catrina LaDew (12) I like this haiku because it reminds me of my little brother. When he was a kid he had a blankey that he slept with every night until he was about 10 years old. My mom actually had 2 that were exactly the same but he had a favorite. It had been washed so many times that it was nearly see through. Joe |
used the boat twice Jacob Dellert (3) |
bat, ball, glove Craig Harshman (5) |
hand in hand they walk Kathy Housh (9) |
limo ride |
wife shivers Dara Johnson (5) I like this haikue because I picture a husband and wife sitting outside on a porch swing. Most likely on a cold fall night. The wife is so cold, she is shivering. So, the husband kindly, and gently takes off his own jacket and drapes it over here shoulders. Another way I pictured this haiku is the wife sitting on the porch swing alone. Her husband has passed away and she is using his jacket to stay warm and hold him close to her. Kristi |
Deuces wild! |
slowing down to see Catrina LaDew (7) This takes me back to my childhood when we were driving around to look at Christmas lights for something to do or when we would be on our way to or from Christmas Eve church service. My brother and I would be on the lookout for Santa as mom and dad were looking at the beautiful lights. Jennifer |
the sun shines bright |
work Jacob Dellert I really enjoyed this haiku because this is how I feel everyday about my life. I go to work Monday through Friday, then come home and do homework after work usually right up until it is time to go to bed. Then, I get up the next day and do it all over again. I know it is only temporary, but it seems to be consuming my life right now! That is why I really liked this haiku because it is relatable for many working college students. Sarah |
Go. Go. Go. |
pages of the book Kristi Adams (3) |
it's been a few months |
laughs and giggles |
an old shotgun Jacob Dellert |
cuddling every night |
snowsuit |
a toothless smile Alisha Lafferty (12) |
curveballs at age 12 xxxxx In this haiku I see myself. I injured my arm in high school and was unable to play baseball anymore. Whether that was over use from pitching too much or just throwing junk pitches too early, is up for debate, but either way I was injured. I feel in this haiku it is a father writing and describing what his son is going through. Maybe the father feels guilty for letting him throw curveballs so early in life, knowing that doing that will cause injury to a young, still developing arm. The father sees the pain his son is in and wishes he held off on teaching him such a potentially devastating pitch. Jacob |
stadiums empty |
his dad's arm |
you do |
her tail wags Diane Warmoth (6) This poem spoke to me because of how my dog reacts to when I get to come home. I open the front door and she shows just how happy she is to have me home. She has a smile on her face, a quick step towards me and her tail is wagging to the point of knocking herself over. Amanda I absolutely adore this haiku. I don’t have a female dog, but this is my dog to a T. I literally can hear my boyfriend say “Is that your Mom?” “Your mom’s home.” This especially pertains to when I get home from class. The majority of the time I pull in the drive way, the front door is open and I can see him looking through the screen door at me. When I first pull in, you can see his ears perk up as he remembers the car and when I get out of my car, his tail goes crazy. Kasara Favorite Matching Contest: creased edges
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laying there broken Kathy Housh (11) |
silver shining bright |
lights dim |
he comes to the belt Craig Harshman (2) |
jet black hair Marshaya Sangster (4) |
under the sparkling tree |
handle wobbles Dara Johnson (6) |
Baby cries Marshaya Sangster (3) |
Sunday night |
her eyes look through me |
fingers and paws on my keyboard |
family heirloom Kasara Welch (6) |
the strings are becoming thin |
right wing Jacob Dellert (3) |
long winding road Jennifer Rose (5) |
perfect night |
an off key lullaby Katjia Eisele (6) I feel comfort, warmth, and security all in this poem. The comfort of having your mother sing to you. The warmth of her voice. And the security that she is there with you to protect and help you with anything. I also feel that even though it is not perfectly sang, there is nothing more perfect to this person than the singing. It is held dear and they long for it when it is gone. Catrina |
mile after mile |
as I lay in bed with you Katjia Eisele (10) |
morning breath Katjia Eisele (9) |
sunrise Katjia Eisele (5) |
metal grate of an uncleaned grill |
rusted out frame Kasara Welch (3) |
early morning |
full draw Kasara Welch This is one of my favorite because it takes me back to the very first time I went bow hunting. My husband had been hunting for years and I was tired of always being left home. Therefore, I took up the hobby so I could spend time with him. We put up tree stands. He took time to show me how to properly shoot my bow and then opening day came. We arrived at our stand in the woods before the sun came up. I can remember sitting there in such anticipation. The sun finally came up and not long after a small doe came in to sight. I stood quietly waiting for her to come closer. I had drawn my bow back and my heart was pounding a mile a minute. I waited with aim as she came closer. And then, she was spooked by something and darted off into the brush. I will never forget all of those feelings and emotions. Such excitement but such disappointment. Kathy |
calm sets in Nystasia Harris-Shelley (4) |
herd of elephants |
my thumb |
two birthdays no daddy |
the familiar creak Kristi Adams (8) If any of us have an old creaky door I think we can relate to this poem. I am getting ready to marry one of the hardest working men I know. He usually is out of the house before 7am every morning and rarely home before 7pm every night. He farms, landscapes, helps his parents with their businesses, and is also a volunteer fire firefighter. We now live together and every time he leaves to go on a bad fire call I am a mess of nerves until he gets home. He is truly my best friend and I would be lost without him. Trying to go to sleep before he comes home is almost impossible. As soon as I hear the creak of the front screen door it’s like a calmness comes over me because he is safe and sound at home with us. Alisha |
this old rotten bench Katjia Eisele (9) I love this haiku because it’s visual without a ton of descriptive words. We know there is a really worn out bench in the picture. I imagine it sitting outside on the front porch. Maybe it holds memories of our children waiting patiently for the bus to come each morning, and those children stopping to play while they tie their shoes. Maybe it’s where they sat when mom had to check out their boo boo’s from playing. Maybe this bench was where we sat with our spouse over the years and talked about life while watching the sunset. I take this haiku in a very positive way like memories of all the good years and memories. It could also be taken in a way like here sits this bench that holds all these memories and you are going through a divorce and it’s painful to look at too. Alisha |
your kiss stinging my lips |
one shot two shot |
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pain in my heart |
faded and worn |
outside the ballet room Heather Allen (3) |
the curtain is pulled |
turning the key Joe Stroud This made me think of an old truck that has been handed down to a grandchild. I don’t think the grandparent is dead. I just think he was given the truck and he is just remember his childhood riding in the truck with his grandfather. Just makes me think of memories with my grandfather, he owned his own car shop. I don’t remember much about the car shop but I have always been told I loved to go hang out at the shop with my grandfather. I miss him. Dara This makes me think of a really cool old truck that has been passed down to a grandson. I picture an old truck that is worn and aged, but is still in good shape and neat to drive. I imagine that it was passed down from a grandfather to a grandson and every time he gets in it, it makes him think of the time he spent riding in it with his grandpa. Maybe the grandpa passed away or maybe the grandson turned 16 and the grandpa felt like the grandson should have his old truck. Steve |
pot roast for dinner Sarah Downing (5) |
soft warm grass Joe Stroud (9) |
4 a.m. |
that torn up book Kristi Adams (5) |
dog tracks mud inside |
me and my babe Nystasia Harris-Shelley I feel like this Haiku is a story from my life. This is my perfect Saturday night. I’m almost 30 and honestly just over the bar/going out scene. My schedule is so hectic between working full time, going to school, and being a mom that a moment to just sit down and relax to popcorn and a movie with my fiancé is the perfect night. Throw in a fire in our fireplace and it’s even better. My son loves for all of us to watch movies together and it’s funny to see the things the makes him laugh now. This haiku just reminds me of spending quality time at home together as a family. Alisha |
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