Global Haiku Tradition • Millikin University, Summer 2001


 

Mary: Selected Haiku by Shannon Tissier

The title of my collection is Mary. There is no real theme to my madness, only the link that each haiku has played a part in my personal life. In a roundabout way, it's a few pieces of my puzzle.

I am a firm believer of coincidence and faith, and I know that God has sheltered and walked with me in each of these memories. He has provided each of these lessons for me to develop the character he hopes I will become. My path has been unique, so I do not expect you to feel the same emotions I had in creating these moments in time. Therefore, I leave these works to your interpretation. Hopefully, you can relate them to experiences in your personal journey.

My journey began in Belleville, Illinois, where I grew up until the age of six. My families then moved to Columbia, Illinois were I started kindergarten. Then, as I hopped in our packed van, ready to start a new chapter I cried, having made twelve years of memories this home. I moved to college and my mother and father moved to their dream plot on hole nine of the Ridge Golf club in Waterloo Illinois. I am currently a fourth year behavioral science major at Millikin University with a double major in photography.

I piece together lessons of my life and show my feeling through the photos. Each second of our lives we learn. We have the best teacher of all readily available to us. The earth, this holds everything there is to know. Each time one is outdoors there is the opportunity to learn something new. The mating call of a cricket or maybe a new brand of tires on your roommate's car could spark your interest.

The only favor I ask of you is to take a second from the business of your day and learn something today. Be it a new word in the dictionary or how to install a water heater. Smile at a coincidental trait of you and a coworker. I assure you that this will make the easy times of your life easier and the hard times at least a bit more bearable.


country drive . . .
one seat up,
one seat down

(Illinois Times, July 26, 2001)

 

 

Midnight . . .
     three more steps
           Ah—home sweet home


unsteady balance—
Dad's hand
never leaves my banana seat

 

 

dinner with his parents
     her first impression
                        made.


balloons dance
in her eyes—
birthday song

 

 

my stomach growls
McDonald's riverboat . . .
beneath the arch


two days after the fight
moonlight glistens off
the rose petals

 

 

puzzle pieces—
                           we fit
together


playhouse dinner—
bucket of danelions,
       Macroni!

 

 

July fourth barbecue—
     everyone brings
          a dish

©2001 Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois || all rights reserved for original authors