Global Haiku Kukai 3--Love

Haiku Kukai 3—Love Haiku

Global Haiku Tradition--Kukai 3, Spring 2004

(Select 6-7 favorite haiku, and write a ¶ of imagined response to 2 favorites.
At least one of your ¶ responses should be a haiku outside your own group.)

head on my pillow miles away you sing me to sleep	tucked in innocent sleep holding her first love	night at the movies nervous hands you reach for hers
softly shutting the door home just before sunrise	creamy nougat spit into a napkin 49 more tries	sleepless night words of love she'll never read
New Year's Eve forgetting the countdown heated kiss	handmade Valentines wrinkled smile never too old	closed eyes touching his lips I pinch myself
frosted car window a single pink rose she smiles	"Sleepless in Seattle" love . . . only in the movies	valentine's dinner dropping the fork he kneels
a dozen red roses outside my door anonymous note	kisses linger I close the door and squeal	classroom giggles crimson face matches the card

Valentine's Day red roses arrive . . . for my neighbor	fingers laced on the gazebo we share a moondance	not with me . . . but he’ll kiss me . . . some valentine’s day!
seal the envelope never to be opened confession of love	weeknight argument frigid kiss goodbye	red rose for me from me
faceless crowd my heart pounds I see yours	phone ringing I lay r e s t l e s s	Valentine's day rose petals in my bathwater
black and white cat next to me the perfect boyfriend	near the fireplace, wine from a jelly jar: midnight confessions	white footprints— two angels and me

Cupid liar and thief my heart stolen again	Valentine's day she says I love you to her father's grave	winter gathering: warmth in your eyes
sleepy lovers call in sick Valentine's Day	liquor on his breath— he tells me he loves me	into the snowy gusts-- your warmth stays
Valentine's Day . . . she wakes to a rose's aroma	video games and pizza not a rose in sight . . . they are in love	50 years his last name still hers

waiting at the door
of her house
twelve red roses

snap shot
summer 94
my first

innocent laughter
this year
a three year old
has my heart

old shoe box
dusty love letter
takes him back

full
body
smile

heartbroken—she sobs
I watch
glad to be single

a single dry rose alone on my wall . . . i miss him	alone at the bar valentines day with Jimmy Beam	chocolate hearts no one to share with
seated on our bed flower petals fall he leans into my cheek	Valentines Day I grind your name though my teeth	sappy movies alone on the couch my valentines
sunday morning worship seated next to me focusing . . . his scent	passing the dumpster a bruised heart-shaped box unopened	sifting through old valentines a sneeze
summer night concert our song we dance under the stars	one empty seat first crush too shy	february dance I just turned down my crush
asleep in my arms numbness worth the pain	last minute dead roses hoping it's the thought	singles' awareness celebration at the chinese buffet

the porch swing so inviting careless lovers	big dusty box old t-shirt pain all over again	half-time fight I didn't want to hurt you 'cause it hurt me
Valentine's Day bag . . . that special card the rest don't matter	February cigarette . . . You smell like vodka And I'm in love	fake id bad picture . . . confiscated
valentine snow watching movies on the floor wrapped with you	. . . wasted foot to floor to stop the spinning	late night call from jail collection basket
slits of sunlight directly in my eye waking up pissed	red construction paper folded my heart in crayon	grade school romance blossomed senior prom
early morning smoky restaurant booth just coffee	seated on our bed flower petals fall he leans in to my cheek

empty box
ring on her finger
"I do"

quiet room
he holds her face
whispering three words

four feet . . .
dangling in the water
as they dream

starry night
one blanket
love covers them

cold night
he touches her back
they both know

circle of friends
first kiss
all eyes on us