EN340 / IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Spring 2002
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CANDLELIGHT DINNER
Selected Haiku

by
Andrew Kirchgesner

This collection was written entirely during the spring semester, 2002, of my junior year at Millikin University, where I am currently majoring in computer science. The idea for my title to this collection came about from my signature haiku:

          candlelight dinner
          her hands in mine
          from across the table

This haiku is my favorite from what I have written, and it also stands for many other haiku I have written, sort of like an introduction to my other works. The inspiration for the majority of this collection came about from class assignments, in addition to nature walks, long drives on weekends around the state, and my girlfriend. Some of my haiku is personal, whereas others are completely fictional. The fictional haiku was written by me, as I tried to capture specific moments in a haiku.

~Andrew Kirchgesner


Reader Response

Andrew writes his haiku on a tell-it-like-it-is basis. He also writes fiction haiku based on anticipated future events. He rarely puts emotions into his haiku. One of his rare haiku that does incorporate emotion is

          drab red roses
          no flower arrangement
          is good enough

In this haiku, he spends hours looking for the perfect roses for his love. Every rose is so dull to him. They’re all the same; red roses, white roses, pink roses . . . etc. Some have brown edges on them, some are wilted. He wants to give her the best flower arrangement that he can find to show her that he didn’t just pick up the first rose bouquet that he saw. Putting that extra effort into his gift for her shows just how much he loves her, compared to the guy who waits until the last minute and runs to the local gas station to pick up a quick-pick bouquet.

~Jane Millikin


cool summer evening
waiting on her doorstep
holding chocolates behind my back


baby’s small hands
barely large enough
to wrap around my finger


children grown up
the backyard swing set
sways with the breeze

 

 

cleaning out the garage
the old rusty bike
with two flat tires


blizzard on its way
the small snow angel
slowly fading

 

 

spring break’s over
the drive home
somehow seems longer


©2002 Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois || all rights reserved for original authors