Global Haiku • Fall 2019
Dr. Randy Brooks

Constellations V: Centaurus

by
John DeAngelo

I’ve never been one to write before. My handwriting was never up to par with the other students. However, I still yearned to say something. Writing has become a new way for me to articulate the words I’ve never been able to. I’ve finally allowed myself to do something I don’t normally do: speak less. I hope you enjoy the haiku I’ve made, for I have enjoyed my time being with you all you have and continue to inspire me and my writing.

About the Author

John DeAngelo is a sophomore Musical Theatre major from Villa Park Il. He has recently started to dip his toe into creative writing. He is so glad to have had the opportunity to continue that journey with this class.

scrolling through old texts
the words i said
burning

rusty hinge
the quiet girl speaks
with hushed tenacity

her nose in the old textbook
not for the words
for the smell

the largest constellation
found in her
sunken eyes

father carries his son
the heaviest weights are never
the ones in the gym

duality of man:
a day filled with exercise
a ten pm polar pop

swaying in the snow
the best scarf
is always her arms

the pluck of a harp
her fingers delicately
caress my chin

my best days
written in your storybook
you feed it to the campfire

ugly Christmas sweater
on her
somehow beautiful

cascade of rain
the roof creates a symphony
never to be repeated

red wine on his breath
it hides the words
he could have said

connect the dots
one freckle to another
her hazel eyes smile

the only way to my heart
she sharpens
her axe

even mountains crumble.
what makes you think
that you won’t too?