Haiku Attempts 2

PACE Global Haiku • Millikin University • Attempts 2, July 2011

driving through a tunnel
of cherry blossoms

in the kitchen
cigarettes second drawer down
her only vice


he grabs a stick
a swarm awakes

in the park
two friends meet

I run and run
I don't remember a song
on my Ipod


I like this haiku a lot because it reminds me when I get the urge to run outside. When you are in the moment and you are seeing multiple things and thinking to yourself with your earbuds in your ear you really don't listen to the song. It is more of a time to reflect on things or thinking about goals you want to achieve in life and why you are running. The music is usually just something that helps your legs keep moving and a certain pace. It just tells the point of what really goes on in your head while you are running. Tyler

This haiku reminds me of every day that I am driving for work. I drive mile after mile and I talk on the phone all day and I can never remember what I just passed on the road. This is becoming a huge issue on the roads, and it is making them very unsafe. I am the first to admit that I partake in this every day, but it is part of my job. This haiku reminds me of this cause it does not seem like this person remembers much from their run, similar to my workdays. Zach

I have not
picked my nose—


stars fill the skies
look at her
stars fill up her eyes


window shades rolling up fast
sun shining in the window
it's time to get up

I can't hear
her yelling at me


last one on the bus
the longest last day
of the school year


I like this haiku because when I was a kid, the last day of school was always the longest. I never rode the school bus, but I remember my friends complaining about being the last one dropped off on the bus route home and how it took forever to get home. I could only imagine getting out of your last day of school, then having to sit on the bus for a long time only to be the last one dropped off. It would feel like the longest bus ride of a lifetime. Amber

new backpack
and lunch box
they wait for the bus


sticky fingers
pull apart
the doughy goodness


One of my son's favorite things to eat is cinnamon rolls. He has loved them since he was a child. This makes me think of him pulling them apart and having cinnamon and icing all over his fingers and face. Karen

My niece always wants to make play do when she comes over. She also does not like to get her hands dirty. So she gets excited about the tasks until her hands get dirty. Then she wants to be done. I laugh because she tries so hard to get past her fear, but it never fails she is finished way before we get started. TyKyna

open road
the reflectors on the
pavement never end


rainbow colored
outside the church

a cool breeze
through green summer leaves
locusts in stereo


one blue canopy
a hot summer day
in the cemetery


My father passed away in the month of June so, this haiku pulls at my heart. I remember the day of his funeral in bits and pieces. I remember well that although it was a hot summer day, the large tree near his final resting place provided a cool breeze and us with shade. We had picked this location a just week before he died because my father loved the outdoors. We were reaping the benefits immediately. Je'Taun

I chose the one in red because it hits close to home for me and my family. My step-brother was killed in a ambush in Iraq in 2005. It was a very hot summer day in July in Kentucky when we buried him and I remember it like yesterday. No matter why type death is never easy. When you see the blue canopy no matter where riding along side the highway and see the local cemetery or wherever it automatically lets you know a life has been lost and it never is a fun time. Shauna

I lost my grandma at the beginning of June this summer. This takes me to that moment we were laying my grandma to rest. Finally free from all the pain and suffering she had felt from more than 20 years of multiple sclerosis, it was a bittersweet day. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her. Whitney

cherry almond lotion
her scent is everywhere
I miss her


This haiku makes me think of when my wife travels for her job and is gone for nights at a time. The bed and the pillows are filled with her scent. You don't really notice things like that until someone is gone. The smells alone really make me miss her even more. I hate it when she travels for work but love it when she comes home. Aaron

up at the crack of dawn
cool morning air
music to my ears


I picked this as my favorite because it hits it right on the head. That early in the morning is the only time you can really feel that refreshed. It is the new day feeling that energizes you to get going. I envision myself standing on my back porch getting ready to go to breakfast. Stretching and just smelling the air and feeling it on through my hair and on my face. It's just calming and nice. Erica

the glistening snow
on the tree branch
the owl sits quietly


you and me
a picnic basket
who invited the ants?


bright red tomatoes
Grandpa and I crank
tomato juice

he picks
with great excitement
lily pad flower

the water boils
along with her temper
time for tea


a loud boom
one after another
"Let freedom ring"

I hold her hand and
wipe her tears—
I feel I've touched an Angel

brisk fall night
hot coco and smores
sparks fly

Decatur Celebration
childhood friends reunite
at a best friend's funeral

pitch black darkness
the clouds pass by
the moon lights my path

are we there yet
are we there yet . . .


This haiku is perfect for everyone. All kids go through the phase of asking are we there yet? I imagine myself when I was little asking my father that every five minutes. He would try to be patient, but you could tell he was annoyed. I hope my kids do not continuously ask this like I did. Brittany

Anyone who has kids or has traveled as a kid can relate to this haiku. I said it several times as a child and hear it every time my husband and I take our children on a trip, short or long. Not only the wording, but also the punctuation of the haiku brings out the intensity and frustration these words can lead too. Our family often travels to Wisconsin Dells and the more routine the trip has become over the years the more the kids feel the travel time should be quicker. What is funny about our Wisconsin getaways is that we chose the Dells over other destinations because it is a shorter commute. We have now almost scene and done everything the Dells has to offer and have been planning to broaden our horizons, knowing a few hours into the trip books will be read, electronics will need to be charged, and the continuous saying of "are we there yet" will begin. Some choose to fly or ride by train, but my husband and I still feel the scenery is worth the time. Celeste

As I child I could never ask this question, it was just understood that when we arrive we would be "there". Where ever we were going. My child on the other hand needs to know details of everything we do, especially while in the car. He is only 3½ years old but he has an amazing sense of direction. He knows what way Bloomington, Champaign and Springfield are. He knows that we have to go to Champaign before we can get to Indianapolis to see our friends. He is always asking are we in Champaign yet, are we almost there mom, are we huh huh I can't hear you. It amazes me how different I was raised compared to how I am raising my child. I didn't get beaten or anything as a child but I find it odd how relaxed I am with discipline compared to how I always said I would be. It is odd to me! Sara

everyone is singing
while i look outside
white Christmas

the big oak tree
barren branches
our first kiss


blue sky
his eyes
capture me


I look at this two ways. She is seeing herself reflected in his eyes and suddenly sees herself the way that he does. It could also be that she sees her reflection in his eyes and knows that he sees her for who she is and in that moment she is perfect. This poem is very sweet and simple. you can see the two of them laughing and them she looks up and for an instant the whole would stops. Staci

the 4 of us
1 blanket


I really enjoyed the picnic haiku. I think does a great job of of putting you in a place, then I thought of the 3 other people with me and we were all sharing 1 blanket. I believe this haiku does a great job with these things. I think everyone would have a different place for their picnic but at the same time it is the variety that makes it enjoyable. Zach

nighttime approaches
the patio awaits
wine and jazz are on my mind


I chose this Haiku because as the summer comes to an end and the nights get cooler I like sitting outside and enjoying a glass of wine. As the night dawns the outdoors seem to stand still in time and I can appreciate the calmness. Beth

cool fall afternoon
pile of leaves
jumping over and over again


I can relate to his kukai in so many ways. I first go directly back to my childhood. We have a very large yard and would have mountain piles of leaves. The whole neighborhood would come over and help us rake leaves, only to be able to jump in the large piles of leaves. We had a blast….and my parents let us do it! I also think of me and my daughter in the present day. I am outside raking up the leaves, and she has the same thoughts in her mind . . . I am going to belly flop into this pile of leaves! We wrestle around, getting dirty, and having a ball. I love it! Adam

campfire stories
from inside the tent
hiding from mosquitos


snow day
dad stays home
to help us build a snowman


This reminds me of me and my sister years ago. After a major snow fall, we would pray and pray that school would be cancelled the next day. We always looked forward to our dad staying home and helping us build a snowman. He would go way out! Not just the carrot nose, but we would use dad's old flannel shirt, gloves, and hat. We would, in return, help dad shovel our big driveway. Me and my sister would actually fight over who gets to shovel first, and who shovels more. Afterwards, we would all go inside and enjoy hot chocolate and marshmallows as we warmed up by the fire. Kim

a child measures
the footprints in the snow
One day I will be as big as daddy!


In the sand and in the snow, my son always tries to mimic daddy, one way is placing his feet in my footprint and pretending they are his. His three year old voice telling me that those aren't my footprints, but his, warms my heart and makes me smile. I can just see my son doing what this haiku describes. Tim

Christmas Eve
pine needles
glistening with powder


My favorite of these 5 is the blue sky his eyes capture me. I feel the eyes and sky are very much related. I like how it is two words per line and it flows very well. It gave me a visual of my husband's blue eyes and the pretty blue sky. Tera

© 2011, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
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