EN340
/ IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Spring 2005 |
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SURREAL
SIGHTINGS OF 2005
A collection of Haiku
by
Joanne
Weise
With
each new semester, there comes a time when things are out of
tune with the familiar. A friend who was once there is now gone;
family I thought I knew 100% now seems distant; my day-to-day
living is jumbled by something unfamiliar. This haiku collection
is dedicated to a semester where everything has been turned
upside-down on numerous occasions. Even though things have been
changing for months, so, too, has everything else--& things
are really quite surreal & terrific.
My
haiku tend to show themselves in manifestations of all forms--from
toilet paper to making snow angels to spiderman, among others.
I am a dynamic human being who's enveloping the awesome changes
happening around me & my haiku show the changes.
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Dedicated
to those who have been through change, especially around me.
Thanks for seeing the transition & not running when you
saw me go ballistic.
I love you all.
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deep
inside the easy chair spiderman
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April
morning
walking barefoot
through puddle remnants
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missing
ID
the margherita pitcher
now split between two
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My
boyfriend's father was getting married, & today
was the big day. Before it started, a sound system
kept playing cheesy love songs, including those
of boy bands. By the time "I do" cams
to play a third time, I about lost it. Good thing
that the wedding was now a mere few minutes away.
sitting
in rows
before the wedding
98º a third time
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stuffy
tuxedo
son more nervouse
than father
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holding
MY BOYFRIEND
in my hand
tiny candy heart
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twilight
rain
your memory drowns
in Hagen-Dazs
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It
was my second day of working in a row, and looking
forward to tomorrow being my last day wasnt
as promising as it had been. The hours dragged along;
the store was slow; I was tired. The clock approached
seven, and a certain, special customer came into
the video store. He carried a dark plastic bag and
urged me to follow him into the back room. He told
me to close my eyes as he set up.
dingy
break room
dinner, roses, chocolate
and you
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collapsing
into drifts
we flail our arms
snow
angels
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somber
hymn . . .
Sunday dress
on Wednesday
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city
fire alarm
the boots & suits
no longer empty
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top
bunk
bottom bunk
both wide awake
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high
school rivals
in the dim tavern
two shots
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backyard
pool
the orange kool-aid
bleeds into blue
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scraping
the windshield
in the darkness
frost on the inside
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©2005
Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois || all rights reserved
for original authors
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