EN340
/ IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Spring 2002 |
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Elizabeth Stiner
Foster
Jewell's Haiku
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Jewell Profile
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My
View of Home:
Selected Haiku
by
Elizabeth Stiner
For
years, whenever we got to the poetry section of English class,
I cringed behind my desk. I never felt that I was any good
at writing poetry. Then, in my junior year of high school,
I took a writing class and was introduced to the poetic art
form "haiku". At first I found the idea of haiku
to be too brief; not long enough to be a "real poem".
But gradually, as I learned more about haiku, it grew on me.
Now it is one of my favorite forms of writing.
In
the Zen tradition from which haiku comes, it is the ordinary
moments in life that are important; reflecting the world exactly
as it is (the concept of "suchness"), not just the
big moments. In
my opinion, there is no way for a human being to "reflect"
nature truly as it is in any art form. Nor is there such a
thing as an ordinary moment, at least and especially not in
haiku: any moment that inspires a work of art cannot be a
"small" moment. Every moment of life has the potential
to be a painting, a story, a haiku . . . every
moment is precious and worth preserving.
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My
haiku are taken from moments of my life. Whether they are
big or small moments, I leave the reader to decide. As the
haiku poet J.W. Hackett said, "Haiku is more than a
form of poetry
it can be a way
of living awareness.
A way which leads to wonder and joy
" I merely
encourage you, the reader, to think about your life, your
days; and find the precious, beautiful moments that exist
in every day of life.
Forward
I
have known Beth for three years now, and in all this time
Ive found that she is not only a compassionate person,
but an accomplished writer. One can see her creativity
in her haiku, as well as in her projects involving haiku.
(For example, she made a "haiku wind chime",
which contains a collection of her haiku.") Her devout
spirituality is also expressed in her haiku; truly an
inspiration for anyone who reads them. I hope you enjoy
her haiku as much as I have.
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ghost
hunt:
friends pretend
not to bump each other
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the
orange
spits at me
for taking its skin
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getting
the news . . .
even the moon
hides her face
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Easter
again
only reminds me
of him
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computer
crashes
again . . .
spring rain
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taking
my hand
when no words fit:
mother comforts daughter
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the
first snowflake
tongue outstretched
to greet it
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gray
sky over
sharp dark pines
my last glimpse of home
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watching
my neighbor
feed triplets breakfast
more worms
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©2002
Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois || all rights reserved
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