PACE Global Haiku • Fall 2006
Dr. Randy Brooks
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Carrie Seymour Haiku Book Title

by
Carrie Seymour

I really enjoyed taking this course last year, so I chose to take it again. I find writing, reading, and experiencing haiku very relaxing. It is fun to hear other people talk about your haiku as well as their own. Interpretations are interesting and at times very humorous. Last year I said that I learned that just a few simple words can spark so many thoughts and ideas. Furthermore, I realize that these thoughts and ideas can change so much from moment to moment. Upon reading my haiku from last year and reading my own responses from then, I realize that I respond to some in the same way, but some in a much different way.

I chose to title this book Life is a Full Circle, because I think it is very interesting how events and moments in one’s life can tie in to each other, and sometimes it seems things happen for a reason, rather than being a mere coincidence.

cool breezes
mind numbing roar
of the air conditioner

cold metal
scrapes the concrete
patio chair

my eyes show
my broken soul reflected
in the mirror

  

 
I let him steal my happiness

crammed between strangers
the show starts late
Not even one armrest?

  

The rocking chair rocks
next to the cradle
...No crying

quietly
I creep down the hallway
to see the first snow

  

the sparkle of the moon
illuminates
...the cemetery

the smell of pine
reminds me of Christmas
... no one in the living room

  

porch light flickers
my stomach jumps
as he pulls me closer

his smile
from backstage
I feel ALIVE

  

loud pounding
at the door
... the goblins want their candy

strangers now friends
I only tagged along
to be near you

  

in the backseat
he turns to look
does he see me?

picking his brain
as I stare into his eyes
... what did he ask me?

  

cool night drive
bass pumping with open windows
a cop just passed me

under the haystack
remnants
of last year’s Jack-O-Lantern

  

sweet caramel
sour apple
. . . I think I lost a tooth

he watches me
showing off his new hat
the scarecrow falls over

  

holding hands
...stargazing
a leaf falls blocking Leo.

early morning sunrise
interrupted by rain
I turn to you.

  

Saturday night
everyone is out
you never called

the rumbling
and warmth
as I sit on the dryer

  

moon rising
above the plains
illuminates the scarecrow

crunching leaves
raked away
revealing a grave

  

slight screeching
carried by the wind
hayrack ride

alone in the field I turn
the scarecrow
g l a r i n g

  

the scarecrow’s
dressed up
in his old work shirt

autumn afternoon
the scarecrow
modeling his old work shirt

  

black satin flash
overhead
a crow

cornfields and dust
four-wheeler passing
as I go home

  

hidden behind doors
protected from others
my drawing shelf

stained carpet & creaky door
but
it’s my own place

  

out my window
one leaf
falling

he screams at her
as she beats him
at MarioKart

  

only I notice
the fly
escaping the cookie case

the floral print
of grandma’s dress
... new quilt

  

fishnets ripped
one shoe missing
after the show

he sees the shooting
star
as I sneeze

  

finally
my turn in the bathroom
... no toilet paper

guitar pick
left in the closet
no guitar

  

looking up from my book
I answer “fine”
to a yes or no question

Mr. Jack-O-Lantern’s
brother
my pumpkin pie

  

RENGAY
with Anthony Holeyfield

crisp fresh air
I hear a crackle
... crunched leaf beneath my foot

The red orange leaf
no longer a whole

I stumble...
upon a group of strangers
enjoying a midnight hayrack ride

The moon leads the way
and I continue on

but not before
exchanging one
sweet moonlit glance...

in the distance
I see my destination...home

© 2006, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
All rights returned to authors upon publication.