EN340 / IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Spring 2005
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SURREAL SIGHTINGS OF 2005
A collection of Haiku

by

Joanne Weise

With each new semester, there comes a time when things are out of tune with the familiar. A friend who was once there is now gone; family I thought I knew 100% now seems distant; my day-to-day living is jumbled by something unfamiliar. This haiku collection is dedicated to a semester where everything has been turned upside-down on numerous occasions. Even though things have been changing for months, so, too, has everything else--& things are really quite surreal & terrific.

My haiku tend to show themselves in manifestations of all forms--from toilet paper to making snow angels to spiderman, among others. I am a dynamic human being who's enveloping the awesome changes happening around me & my haiku show the changes.

Dedicated to those who have been through change, especially around me.
Thanks for seeing the transition & not running when you saw me go ballistic.
I love you all.


deep inside the easy chair          spiderman


April morning
walking barefoot
through puddle remnants


missing ID
the margherita pitcher
now split between two


My boyfriend's father was getting married, & today was the big day. Before it started, a sound system kept playing cheesy love songs, including those of boy bands. By the time "I do" cams to play a third time, I about lost it. Good thing that the wedding was now a mere few minutes away.

sitting in rows
before the wedding
98º a third time


stuffy tuxedo—
son more nervouse
than father


holding MY BOYFRIEND
in my hand
tiny candy heart


twilight rain
your memory drowns
in Hagen-Dazs


It was my second day of working in a row, and looking forward to tomorrow being my last day wasn’t as promising as it had been. The hours dragged along; the store was slow; I was tired. The clock approached seven, and a certain, special customer came into the video store. He carried a dark plastic bag and urged me to follow him into the back room. He told me to close my eyes as he “set up.”

dingy break room—
dinner, roses, chocolate
and you


collapsing into drifts
we flail our arms
          snow angels



somber hymn . . .
Sunday dress
on Wednesday


city fire alarm—
the boots & suits
no longer empty


top bunk
bottom bunk
both wide awake


high school rivals
in the dim tavern
two shots


backyard pool
the orange kool-aid
bleeds into blue


scraping the windshield
in the darkness
frost on the inside

©2005 Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois || all rights reserved for original authors