EN340
/ IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Spring 2005 |
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WE
TALK OF FAITH
A collection of Haiku
by
Ashlee
Peth
I would
like to thank Kirsten Rae Leyndyke for her contribution in writing
the rengay enclosed in this book. I would also like to thank
her for being a wonderful roommate, supporter, and friend. This
book is for her.
Over
the course of this last semester I am to spend at Millikin,
I have learned through this class to value and appreciate haiku.
Because the nature of haiku is to notice and recognize the simple
moments in life, I have found myself recognizing and appreciating
the simple moments in my own, something I greatly value as I
leave a place that has so many memories, for I have these memories
to take with me.
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These
haiku are a collection of some of my favorites as well as
the favorites of my classmates. I believe haiku are to be
shared and enjoyed, which is why every single haiku in my
collection is one that was born in class. All of my haiku
are special to me, because they each have a meaning, a moment,
and a memory behind them.
I
trust and value the opinion of my classmates in this endeavor,
which is why they, inadvertently, have the honor of choosing
my book. I have called my collection We Talk of Faith
for a few reasons. One, it is my favorite line in my favorite
haiku that I have written. I believe there is so much meaning
and depth behind the simple action of talking about faith.
Two, every person on the earth has faith in something. Faith
is not just inclusive to religion or belief. You have faith
right now that the chair you are sitting in is not going to
collapse. It is a universal principle that everyone can identify
with. Lastly, I believe that my experience at Millikin can
be summed up in saying, We Talk of Faith. My own
personal spiritual life has grown immensely while at this
school, and the desire I have for my life is to talk about
nothing except my faith. Although these haiku arent
all about faith, they are my memories, my feeling and my moments.
They are what make up me. And I have faith in that.
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slippery
creek
the stones
don't sink
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bruised
tailbone
the cherry pie
lands upside down
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schoolbus
putting on makeup
away from mother's eyes
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late
morning sun
two friends
laughing through headaches
drawing
closer
whispering secrets
cold
morning
only the wind
as my companion
single
snowflake
I await new adventures
one
person; not two
empty
movie theatre
my date with Clark
Gable
he
fades away
I heave a sigh
now to find my husband
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salty
tears
we kiss
for the last time
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romantic
evening
curled on the couch
just me and Ben & Jerry
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stretching
to be taller
catch the beads
thrown by masked faces
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morning
dew
cool between my toes
a long kiss goodnight
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light
morning dew
a raccoon
in the passenger seat
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fan
spinning
in lazy circles
we talk of faith
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©2005
Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois || all rights reserved
for original authors
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