EN340 / IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Millikin University PACE Summer 2004
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Through My Eyes
Selected Haiku
by

Lori Ade

to my husband, Gary, for giving me
the gift of seeing the beauty in life

Poetry has always been a favorite past time of mine since I can remember. The poetry of haiku has now opened a new door for me. My novice knowledge of haiku came from my elementary days of writing 5-7-5 syllable non-rhyming haiku. Learning the true haiku through this course of Global Haiku has now taught me much more about this beautiful and insightful poetry. There is not a day that goes by that I am not thinking of haiku in my mind, if not on paper. I enjoy reading and learning more about this art each day.

This collection of poetry represents my world as I see it through words of haiku. Most people can describe their days of activities and what they see, but to express those days through haiku poetry takes concentration, meditation, and a love of the earth and all it has to offer. This has been one of my goals in learning to write haiku—that I grasp the feeling of the moment and try to paint that picture for the reader. I hope you enjoy my collection as much as I have enjoyed living it and writing it.


early summer—
on a hot tin roof
we eat the cherries


stones across the water
he watches me - - -
his turn now


ball one
then two . . .
now three . . .
my hat and scarf removed

 

 

heavy gate opens—
a long rocky lane
surrounded by cornfields


the cabin opened
staleness set free
with the summer breeze

 

 

our secret escape
a picnic in the park
with everyone watching


hot summer night
in the morning light
the dream lingers . . .

 

 

Autumn mums bud
below the twilight sky
our first born


I tiptoe near him
tears of joy drown
the longing for a child

 

 

cool summer night—
she kneels to say goodbye
as the world watches


     Indian Dance

celestial sky
sattelites flying above
bats diving below

     a bass jumps
     bullfrogs croak

trudging murky waters
a bulging jumper speared
supper at last

     the cries of children
     silenced with food

the tribe gathers
a fire dance begins
an orange cyclone of ash

     seen afar from galaxies
     fireflies dance

Lori Ade & family

 

©2004 Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois || all rights reserved for original authors