EN340 / IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Millikin University PACE Summer 2004
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Bridget Lamb

Selected Haiku
by

Bridget Lamb

It is my understanding that haiku is a cut up sentence that lets the reader's imagination wonder. The more I wrote my haiku and other people read them, I realized how everyone forms their own relation to the haiku if they did relate to it.

Ever since I have been in this class I think about writing haiku all the time. So, I now carry a little notebook around with me. When I think of one I write it down. I guess you could say I really do not have one certain approach. I think about most of them when I am sitting at work at my desk or when I am taking a walk in the evening. Sometimes I think about them when I am on my way home from work.

After I write my haiku I will usually take them to one of my friends at work. She usually reads over them. It does not bother me if she tells me it sucks or wants to change something. After all, the only way to get better is to listen and take other's advice when needed.


husband and wife
dancing in moonlight
romance once again


hometown celebration
beer tent arrives
old friends reunited


walking the streets
late at night
daughter and I

 

 

hot summer day
detasseling corn
storm rolls in


spring is here
weather is just right
break out the bike

 

 

cool blowing winds
rolling waves
boat begins to rock


cool spring afternoon
rain falling gently through the trees
a walk to remember     

the indian waits to dance,
fire glowing bright
drums beating like a heart

people laughing,
late at night
stars and moon gleaming

they've gone
the children sit alone

no sky, only darkness
a dream is yet to come
but still teardrops fall

a lovely thing to see
the flower blooms

Bridget Lamb

 

 

Decatur Fourth of July

summer night
moonlit sky
water rippling

humid night
blankets in the park
smoke clears

blasting sounds
people cheering
babies crying

Carroll C. Keller & Bridget Lamb

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