Haiku Seeking Edits & Response 2—Snow & Cold

cheeks red
I slip and fall
on our first date

first date
cheeks red
I slip and fall

yes, the first date needs to come first, but are the cheeks red because of embarrassment of because of the cold? where are they on this first date. this one's not working for me. too many verbs

first date
i fall on the ice
red cheeks redder

first date
helping her up from the ice
cheeks reddening

skating rink
the one with red cheeks
helps me up

our first date
I slip and fall
cheeks red

ice patch--
my cheeks are red
. . . first date

at the crosswalk
I wait
while heated cars pass

at the crosswalk
I wait
heated cars pass

shoveling the driveway
I pause
more snow falls 

snow falls
I pause
shoveling the driveway

with my shovel,
I pause
covered with new flakes 

snow covered car
frozen locks
...ice scraper in the truck

locks frozen
on the snow covered truck
ice scraper inside

door handle
frozen shut
running late for class

door handle
               frozen
               late for class 

crystals of snow
crunch beneath my feet
I am alone

my feet
crunching snow crystals
punctuate the loneliness 

alone in the drifts
crystals crunch
beneath my feet

Maureen and I came up with this new version in class. She didn't like how the first haiku conveyed a feeling of loneliness. She had only intended it to state how she was alone in the snow and her feelings in the moment.

alone
crystals of snow
crunch beneath my feet

snowstorm crystals
               crunch beneath me
               . . . alone 

socks soaked through
cocoa
by the fire

hot cocoa
wet socks
by the fire

a snow covered hill
the wind in my face
a saucer sled glides

snow covered hill
wind in my face
saucer sled glides

Bright night
We sled after dark
By the light of the snow

we sled after dark
by light of the snow
bright night

dawning light
scraping the car
so she doesn’t

dawning light
scraping
her car

dawning light
scraping the car
so she can sleep

glass streets
starlings clustered on the curb
eating garbage

glass streets
starlings clustered
eating garbage

walking home
following the footprints
of a stray

walking home
stray footprints
I follow

pine needles
the end of the ride
for my snow tube

pine needles
halting my ride
on the snow tube 

flakes falling all day
she feels the cool air
as he walks in

snow flakes falling
cold air
as the door opens 

falling snowflakes
the cool air
as he walks in

flakes falling
she feels the cold
as he enters   

rolling in the snow
creating a new friend
one portion at a time

rolling the snow
a new friend
one portion at a time

unable to see
grasping with everything
hitting a bump

beautiful winter day
eager little sister
too bundled up to walk

Perfect winter day
eager little sister
to bundled

hot cocoa from scratch
the bottom of the pot
burned

homemade cocoa
in the pot
bottom burned

inches of snow
dad builds a ramp
for my sled

inches of snow
dad crafts a ramp sled
what a discovery! 

the first flake falls
friends
find a warm place

by the fireplace
friends watch
as snowflakes fall 

first flake
friends together
finding warmth

first snow fall
friends together
find a warm place  

five blankets
the cat curled up
while I read a novel

chapstick
from your lips
cherry

little marshmallows
in my hot chocolate
wet snow pants

floating marshmallows
hot chocolate
wet snow pants

wet snow pants
marshmellow foam
on the side of my cup

wet snow pants
marshmellows melt
in the hot chocolate

marshmallows
hot chocolate
wet snow pants

tiny marshmallows
melting in hot cocoa
wet snow pants

drain blocked
with ice
no sleep tonight 

placid
and untouched
my steps left behind

late night on the L
punk kid with piercings
cradling a newborn child

snowplowed pile
so large to me then
I tunnelled through to my brother

snowplowed pile
I tunnel
to my brother

bright snowsuits
turquoise and pink
holding hands on the ice

cold toes
nestled
in the crease of his leg 

following Daddy—
my footprints
in his 

big snowy footprints
following daddy
six-year-old feet 

a touch of ice
a small hole
on the tip of my glove

the tip of my glove
small hole
a touch of ice

yes, the touch of ice needs to be the last thing felt here. can we suggest where this is a little more? touching icicles? a window?

a small hole
in the tip of my glove
touch of icicle

a small hole
in the tip of my glove
frosted window

a small hole
in the tip of my glove
valentine in the frost

small hole
tip of my glove
touch of ice

crisp and clear
the reflection is there
blue within ice they are

I don't even know where to start with this, what are they? The haiku is too vague for me.  I can't get a clear picture. There needs to be a clearer subject than a reflection and ice. —Katie

nearby reflection
crisp and clear
blue within ice

lay down
do a jack
look a new friend

bed of snow
a jumping jack
my new friend 

slipping on ice
stopped short
in your eyes 

snow fight
single flake
on an eyelash

snow fight
on an eyelash
a single flake 

he skates quickly
. . . the puck
slides into a hole

school's cancelled
he does donuts alone
in the parking lot

school cancelled
alone in the parking lot
donuts in the snow

empty school parking lot
donuts
in the snow

snowdrifts
in the school parking lot
donuts

snow day 
I celebrate 
with parking lot donuts

school's cancelled
donuts in the snow
alone in the parking lot

eager children
stick a ruler
into the snow

snow day--
a ruler
to see how deep

rows of cookie dough
from one sheet
an empty space

rows of cookie dough
one
empty Space

Maureen and I sensed the awkwardness of the word From in the first haiku. We tried substituting different words, and we also looked at replacing the word sheet, but after examining it on my own, I came up with this version.

Green carpet
An open door
dusted with snow

Green carpet
dusted with snow . . .
an open door

The first version of this haiku seemed too choppy, and we assumed that she meant to communicate that the green carpet was covered with snow not the open door. We rearranged and found that this conveyed a stronger image, and contained the break that is associated with haiku.

first love
a finger drawn heart
on the frosted window pane

first love
frost drawn heart
on the window

jailhouse window
love heart
drawn in the frost

(still needs some context of where this window is)

car window
love heart drawn
in the frost

who's seeing it?

giggling girls
a heart drawn in the frost
on the coach's car

first love
frost drawn heart
on the window 

first snowflakes
against the window
we pray for no school 

first snowflakes
       against the window
no school?

first snowflakes
against the window
two sisters hope

vacation
two marshmallows
float warm in my cup 

vacation
two marshmallows
float in my cup

ski lodge
two marshmallows
float in my cup

Christmas vacation
two warm marshmallows
float

Dad’s old sled
he smiles
and shows us how to fly

Dad's old sled
he smiles
shows us how to fly

ice to my lips
the vodka in the drink
warms me up 

ice to my lips
glass of vodka
wamrs me

iced lips 
gulp vodka in 
I drink my coat

drink to my lips
vodka
warms me   
 

huge hill
small sled
me

Huge snowy hill
Red spots
Me and my sled 

winter storm
radio on
no school

winter storm night
radio on
           snow day tomorrow

winter night
we listen
for no school

anticipation
fingers frozen
naked boys

huddled around the dorm
anticipating
naked scampering

fingers gripping
frozen with anticipation
as nude boys scamper

sleek new skates
glide across the ice
my ankle snaps 

the moon's reflection
turn's my night
an icy blue

my night turns
icy blue
the moon's reflection 

Before the haiku seemed like one big sentence; this way it has the standard break.

moon's reflection
turns the night
an icy blue

snow covered lawn
two sets of footprints
disrupt the peace

Mom's perfect lawn
covered with new snow . . .
no, not my footprints!

fresh snow
footprints
stripped sacredness

white lawn
parallel footprints
disrupt the peace

fresh new snow
mom's lawn
can't resist 

fresh new snow
across mother's lawn
can't resist 

every branch
and their twin     
ice silhouette

a single tree
every branch
ice silhouette

winter branches
each paired
with an ice skeleton

out of breath
he runs up the hill
to race the bright red sled

we reach the top
out of breath
to race the sled 

a white blanket
no sounds are heard
as a light flickers

the red sled
she holds on tight 
as the crisp wind blows in her face 

red sled
crisp wind upon face
holding on tight

wind in her face
tight grip
on a red sled

snow covers the street
she pumps the break
the car keeps going

paved with ice,
she pumps the brakes
right through the intersection

snow covered streets
               the car slides
               as she pumps the brake


© 2004, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
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