Atop a Rock: Selected Haiku
by

Amanda Young

Global Haiku Tradition
Millikin University, Spring 2001


Amanda Young

Spring Ginko

Collaborative Rengay
by Young & others

Two Haibun
by Amanda Young

Haiku is a typically three-lined poem that captures a moment, like a picture. The author tries to depict an image using as few words as possible. Some still believe that haiku always consists of three lines in a 5-7-5 syllable format. However this format is not necessary, nor encouraged. People began following this format when Japanese haiku were first translated into English. Cor Van Den Heuvel says “The idea that haiku is anything in three lines of 5-7-5 syllables dies hard. People write little epigrams in this form, or jokes about Spam, or cute little descriptions of birds and flowers, and think they are writing haiku” (The Haiku Handbook xiv).

In an increasingly hectic society, I feel it is important to take time to notice one’s surroundings, looking at things that may normally be overlooked. An appreciation for nature is also something I value. I predominately get my inspiration from nature. I enjoy gardening and being outside. Summer vacations are a main source of my haiku. Writing these haiku takes me back to a certain place or thought, like a mini-vacation in itself.

When creating a book of haiku, it is important to keep in mind the space surrounding the poems. Too many haiku on a page creates a cluttered look, distracting the reader’s focus. I tried to utilize the white space surrounding my haiku so that the reader would be able to reflect on each haiku without feeling rushed and crowded.

My haiku are arranged in this order: seasonal, nature, everyday, tropical and haiku inspired by the West—specifically Colorado.

I would like to thank Dr. Brooks for editing my haiku and giving me some suggestions on the layout of this publication.

—Amanda M. Young


cold, clear stream
shoes and socks
atop a rock

(Most Kukai Votes Award, spring 2001)


thick fog . . .
the hiker’s silhouette
disappears


mountain summit . . .
dirt road through
a meadow of wildflowers

 

 

craters of the moon
reflection
in the canyon river


setting up the tent
smell of pines trees
in the mountain air

 

 

tornado sirens again
eating snacks
in the basement


swaying palms—
sand s i f t s
through my fingers

 

 

old checker board
laughter
on a Sunday afternoon


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