PACE Global Haiku • Spring 2007
Dr. Randy Brooks

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Brittney Gillespie

Essay on Carol Montgomery

Forgotten on the Floor

by
Brittney Gillespie

Haiku, like math, can be found in everything. Every event, movement, and feeling can be captured in the words of a haiku. Being a mathematician, I see my environment as a living math problem. Using this tool of observation, I strayed from thinking about my life logically and tried to simply observe the thoughts and feelings of myself and those around me. This is where the inspiration of my haiku sprung. If I was feeling a certain emotion, I would try to write about the situation around the feeling, or if that didn’t work, I wrote about someone else’s experience where they would exhibit the same emotion. The world around us is moving at a quick pace; whether it’s through math, haiku, or some other passion, take the time to capture it.


thunderstorm
he checks on me
in my sleep


don’t talk
just
hold me


customer control—
flick him on the nose
like a bad dog

 


the wind
rattles the windows
surround sound


family vacation—
perfect time to mention
divorce

 

haiku cupcakes

My project involved haiku and cupcakes. I combined my hobby of baking with my haiku. The haiku that was on my cupcakes was:

tears in the batter
her son
another year older

I wrote the words in alternating colors just like the woman's son would probably have done in pictures and letters he gave to her. I also made the wording look like a child's to make it seem that the son had helped the mom in the final production because I used to help my mom and dad bake/cook all the time. I always wanted to help, and my mother always got so emotional on my birthday. Thus the haiku cupcakes were formed.


vibrant sunrise
the couple has yet
to fall asleep

 


her eyes
stare into my soul
old photograph


a diamond ring
flies across the room
bounces off his forehead

 


baby in a stroller
grins at its mother
i want one


her thong
forgotten on the floor
my mom walks in

 


solemnly we gather
the rain
mixes with our tears


a bent cigarette
hangs from her lips
a mother of four at the table

 


two young boys whisper
and peek in the casket
where’s his feet?


she tosses and turns
her thoughts
her only company

 


ashes of a draft card
two hours
to the Canadian border


your sarcastic comments
i look into the mirror
and continue to apply eyeliner

 


head on your shoulder
your heartbeat
soothes me to sleep

 


© 2007, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
All rights returned to authors upon publication.