EN170 Haiku Roundtable • Fall 2002
Dr. Randy Brooks
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Maureen Yates

WAKING MEMORIES

by
Maureen Yates

The haiku in this collection are many of my first attempts at this genre of writing. Many are written from memories, hence the title, WALKING MEMORIES. In each one I have tried to capture the moment and the emotions or tone that accompanies that specific image.

Many have to do with a significant other, family, friends, and the nature around me. Some take on a mystical or spiritual tone. Being Wiccan, many of these contain elements of nature and moon.

The last two are rengay co-authored with my friend and fellow writer, Stacy Radliff. I felt that these expressed two moments of this semester so perfectly that I could not leave them out. I hope you enjoy my little collection, and maybe, possibly there will be others in the future.


in your eyes
                   I see myself
         just a reflection


grassy courtyard
night music
learning the two-step


"To Daddy" on an envelope
with snow themed stamps;
military Christmas

 

 

balls of snow
knock off his nose;
die Frosty die!


soft flakes settle
in long dark hair
snow angel

 

 

after school hours
in the empty playground
leaves play tag


laughter echoes
through empty branches
a child's grave

 

 

silent owl flight
against the stars;
the search goes on


dancing dancing
round the fire
glance over the shoulder

 

 

by the fire visiting
with old friends,
cups of mulled wine


afternoon stroll;
lizards sun themselves
on ruined stone walls

 

 

     Homecoming Parade

disgruntled bank accountant
stake in hand
waiting for his chance

     drums set the speed
     winds set the mood

football players
dressed in drag
hoot and holler

starlet wannabes
in tacky formals
posing

     men in fez
     riding baby bikes

five year old
beaned
by jaw breakers

Stacy Radliff & Maureen Yates


starlit sky
ripples,
stone sinks

     a tree falls in
     the distant wood

full benevolent moon,
Her mirror
the placid lake.

     on the shore
     listening to silence
     even the fish sleep.

the ripples spread,
dust hangs in the air

     awaiting the moment
     of fulfillment
     midnight ritual

Stacy Radliff & Maureen Yates

 

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