EN340 / IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Spring 2004
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moving forward
by

Leigh Ann Kitchell

This collection of my favorite haiku from this semester is called "Moving Forward." I think they collaboratively display not only my writing style, but also my character. Most of these haiku are based on real experiences which encompass a variety of ideas, spanning from childhood memories to spiritual beliefs. I chose the title "moving forward" because these haiku are a result of my life's journey thus far. I believe one of the greatest ingredients for a successful life is avoidance of complacency—finding a way to always move forward— and I believe these haiku are a representation of that motion. I hope you enjoy   my first haiku collection: "moving forward". —Leigh

In this collection of haiku, the reader is compelled to intimately experience these moments with the writer. Every word has meaning, causing the reader to take a deeper breath, pause for an instant longer, and feel powerfully the emotion found in the moment caught in words. These haiku radiate a personality that thinks beyond the surface. These sincere moments in the author's life leave the reader with a reality check: there is more to life than what meets the eye. This collection is beautiful.

          —Maureen Coady


Grandma's rhubarb
I write my name
with a sparkler


mid summer morning
wet with dew
we pick the tomatoes


family car
knows the way
the moon leads


cool cement under my back
over the phone
we name the stars


homemade Valentines
wrinkled smile
never too old


Daddy's old sled
he smiles
and shows us how to fly


wine soaked bread
ancient words
in my body


first spring rain
walking home
earthworms line the pavement


kisses linger
I close the door
and squeal


water splashing
over a branch
frog's niagra


I did the right thing . . .
opposite sides of town
sleepless


muddy field
mom consoles
her teary pitcher


hopscotch
colored rain
slides down the driveway


a rengay

old maple pew
reverently
she waits

               flickering flame
               piercing darkness

melody
stirs her heart
through dusty sunbeams

               cathedral shadows
               surrender

into Holy Hands
she sinks
restored

               clearer than before
               light

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