PACE Global Haiku • PACE July 2016
Dr. Randy Brooks

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Darla Laymon

Haiku Friends

Darla Laymon

Have you always been interested in reading poetry and wished you could write as well as what you read? So was I, and this is my collection of haiku poetry. Poems don't always have to rhyme nor do they have to be long and stretched out. They can simply be short and to the point and still gain your attention. This collection was written in simple form just the way all haiku, in both Japanese and English language are written. Haiku have a transaction between reader and writer that brings simple understanding and relations due to the words left unwritten and unspoken. Most are nature based, but not all of them, and makes you appreciate the small things in life. Haiku are for you to explore your own imagination. I wrote this book because the simple, sweet and to the point between readers and writers is how Haiku became my favorite form of poetry.

Reader's Introduction

Hello, I am Katie, a friend of Darla's. Reading her book of haiku not only brought laughter, but reminded me to always remember the little things in life. The cat lady was by far my favorite because we all know far too well there is one in every neighborhood. I appreciate her nature based haiku, but even more so the personal twists of the haiku about people. I hated haiku in 5th grade and never looked back on them, but reading her book made me realize they are straight forward and to the point. Her one about the cry from the heart hit home at this moment with the things I'm personally going through, and it was just phenomenal to me as I have not seen this lady in about a month and her writing brought so much to surface that we ended up having lunch and a two hour visit.

the old cat lady
yells from her porch everyday
Crazy old lady


in a dark room
my shadow never appears

tiny grains of sand
between my toes
I listen to the waves


sand castles
I build
only to dream

silent summer night
awakened by the sound
of the cat's meow


tiny footprints
in the sand
I see growth

a field of hyssop
full in bloom
cleanses me


new fallen snow
piling on snow
I close my curtains

moonlit night
on a sandy beach
the waves talk



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