Haiku Attempts Seeking Responses & Editing Suggestions
English 170—Set 3, Spring 2002


scarf lands on the floor
small eyes glance
from across the room


spring dance
I paint my nails
for no one


lonely plum sky
slow steps trace a path
far from home


one last boom
and caress of wind:
the storm’s farewell


hot summer breeze
takes my breath away

cool fingertips


the off-ramp curves
toward familiar trees
glowing porch light


the once soothing smell
now bitter again
too much espresso


no boys allowed
sappy movie
chocolate everything


Listen to the silence
Between us:
Falling snow


dishwater hands     folded laundry
     four pots steaming
          he's almost home


colorful powder
on the butterfly's wings
a child's finger


Autumn wind
through the branches
caw of a crow


Hand in hand
Hair dripping in my eyes
We don't notice the rain


leafless wood
lone crow perched atop
a sycamore tree


fingers and lips
tattooed in blue
memories of mulberries


Smell of green grass
The rain
Splashes our feet


sweet stolen kiss
her eyelashes brush
against mine


Winter morning—
I sit under the blankets,
My back against the pillow


laying in the grass
we take off our shoes
and eat sandwiches


sun soaking into my skin
shaded trees
greener grass


side of the road
the field of wildflowers
pulls her over


the smoking circle
all plan to quit
maybe next year


no soda pop for Lent
the bright aluminum cans
passing by me in the store


mud boots splashing
I scare away
the fish


sun on your face
                    waves wash up on your feet

                    endless waters


hard fleece pillow — mind won’t stop
hour chimes


ocean of tiger lilies
waving in the breeze
a wisp of hair breaks free


late night snack
June bugs hammering the
screen door


still awake
first to see
the sunrise


icy journey
up the ski hill
frozen to lift


Morning hair-do
Morning breath
       He still kisses me


warm summer night
a happy face
painted by the fire


nice dinner
before the winter dance
my sleeve finds the butter


under the street signs
and the shadow of her hat
morning glories


asleep on the worn couch
the child's arm
wraps around her puppy


         staring at each other
conversation              dwindles
         on the bottom bunk


20th birthday
I walk through the leaves
past my first dog's gravestone


concrete warm
under bare feet
"starlight, starbright"


Deep in the blue sky
        We begin to find ourselves


within one star           our hope and dreams

answered


dragonfly on the rod tip
good luck
only for the fish


           The wind swirls
Her long wavy hair
Crimson gloves


wallpaper starting to peel
I strip away
my memories


wallpaper starting to peel
I strip away
my memories


family dog . . .
her pacing warns us of the storm


sirens warning of the tornado      shaking puppy

 


Hands entwined
Autumn wind
carries my sigh


sunlight intrudes
under the sheets
his hand finds mine


my bathroom . . .
time to think
I know to shake the handle


rainy night
middle of my movie
dog barks louder


Friday night
popcorn and a movie
just me and dad



broken heart        why did I do that

 


after his death
every exit
an event


the sound of distant rumbling— mom calls to chat

 


the freckle on his lip
appears with his smile
before he kisses me


sitting on
moonlit water
his arms around me


work to be done
snuggled under the covers
just a little longer


Christmas eve
the cats
already opened our presents


longest night of the year
cold, still air
stars shine down


at war for months—
a bride turned widow
weeps in the dark


I imagine
his voice
the cheer of the crowd


high fly ball
time stands still
as it approaches me


waving good-bye
I miss him
running after me with my teddy bear



follows me all day
echoing my every move
pesky shadow


sticky corn tassles
I reach the end . . .
of my row


vinyl bus seats
relief from the heat in
my lunch cooler

 


old coloring books
afternoon shadows darken
the colors


tears roll down
as shots are fired
voice of a distant trumpet


the truth waits
I look away
as you kiss my cheek


early morning snowball fight
my laugh
freezes on my face

 


the stripper
starts a conversation
with her breasts


the dog sniffing
on the river's shore
deer prints


going through the tunnel:
the girl looks at her reflection
so do I


arguing over the dress
mother and daughter
on the mall escalator

 


grass-stained palms
lonely stargazer
thinking of his father


early September--
washing our dishes
soft kiss on my neck


first kiss
his car drives away
spinning in the starlight


after the argument
he decides to
hit the couch

 

© 2002, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
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