Before
being introduced to Global Haiku, my mindset was that it was
impossible for me to write any form of poetry. I had convinced
myself that I could not go there The thought of writing
poetry would make me cringe. When I began this class, I had
to convince myself to be open to this new experience. I did.
That
brings you to this page. You will find a collection of what
I feel are my best haiku. These were written from experiences
in my life and from my imagination. That will be left up to
your imagination. I invite you to turn the page.
newborn
baby
old dog waits . . .
to
be held
bun in the oven
timer goes off
light the cigars
hot
summer night
we skinny dip
the
fish are hungry too
we
meet
under the mistletoe
underwear?
ho
ho ho
cheap
perfume
a dance for a dollar
his
family waits . . .
she
kneels at the pew
tear stained floor
so much lost
the
charade is over
the takeover begins
the sun comes out
between
the sheets
there is frost
outside too
her
smile . . .
he still comes back
for more
west
coast—
east coast
one moon
•
west
coast—
east coast
his dime
from
behind
the plumber—
shows his smile
before
sunset
old lovers meet
over
coffee . . .
snow
on the glacier
now in the bottle
melted on the shelf
Over
Time
kitchen
table
your life spread out before
me
darkness falls
in
the quiet of the night
safeguarding
memories
your
birth—
breathing
new life into me
pacifiers
to
prom flowers
growing
into your own
graduation
day
to wedding bands and rice
on
my pillow now
drifting
off to sleep
milestones
between pages
Megs
Lewis & Laura Tucker
Living
on the Edge
she
slides in
behind the wheel
permit in hand
the
light is green
still
green go!
traffic
has opened up
miraculous
they were expecting this
traffic
stopped
parking
lot
we’re
still moving
life
passes
before my eyes
back
home
safe
and sound
gray
hair around my temples
by
Doug & Cindy Hays,
Teal Kaufman,
Alexa and Laura Tucker
