Selected Haiku
by

Lynn Wayne

Global Haiku Tradition
Millikin University, Spring 2000

Throughout the semester, I have been constructing my own views of haiku, its formalities and refining my own writing process. Primarily, I find that much of the haiku I write is of what I like to call the "outside eye" genre. By this, I mean, in a given moment, stepping outside of myself, and making an observation. Mainly, haiku come to me without too much thought. I try to go with my immediate reaction. For example, I have a few haiku that were inspired by being in a grocery store. I heard my mind noting the woman in front of me, my eyes scanning her purchases and then I went home and wrote exactly what I saw.

Being a writer, a challenge for me has been trying not to manipulate moments with literary construction so that they become, what Robert Boldman titles "word paragraphs."

Ironically, I have to train myself out of this, whereas most writers are trained to incorporate this into their works. On the subject of irony, I also tend to have haiku that highlight the incongruity of a situation. I am very interested in irony as a concept. In order for it to exist, we must subscribe to the theory that: A+ B= C, and when it doesn’t, then we label it being "ironic." Irony, for me, deals with issues of comfort and security. I continually find myself in awe, or even sometimes terror when things don’t go as planned. It incites a very raw or organic reaction from deep within signaling to us that something is wrong. Yet, the "wrong" is merely something that society has constructed to form order and provide structure to our lives.

—Lynn Wayne


Sun Setting—
his last words
pull her head down


Grocery line—
woman in front
with diapers and bourbon


laundry mat—
washing you
out of my sheets

 

 

Two Valentines:
Love, Mom
Love, Grandma


her parent's visit
the final drag
long     and     slow

 

 

busy signal—
the numbers
pressed harder


tractor ride—
suddenly Dad
loves my singing

 

 

busy signal
I put you with your girlfriend,
her in an ugly dress


newborn snow—
sleeping on our pine—
shhhh . . .

 


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