/ IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Millikin University PACE Summer 2004
I am Kathy Yarnell, and I was introduced to haiku poetry in
the course, Global Haiku, at Millikin University in Decatur,
Illinois. I never had any idea what haiku poetry actually
was. I can now appreciate the feelings and emotions they can
stir in one's own mind. The emotions are brought to the surface
depending on the mood that you are in while reading or writing
haiku. If the reader or writer is in a good mood, they will
have a much more optimistic view of the haiku, versus if they
are going through bad times.
believe personality has an important role as well in reading
and writing haiku. Let's face it, there are people in this
world who are far too serious and those who enjoy life with
laughter. I like to think of myself as the jokester, as one
who likes to have fun. At least my face isn't cracking when
I smile, although I probably have more wrinkles around my
mouth from laughing.
though I consider myself more fun-loving and carefree, I do
not, however, possess the senryu style one would expect. Being
a rookie in the haiku-writing gambit, I have not yet established
a style, or am completely oblivious to the fact if I have.
I will let the reader decide about my style, if by chance
you see any certain patterns I might project.
down the red carpet
am a big movie buff, and this one relates to the Academy
Awards. The reader might not relate to this one unless
they have the same passion. They might be thinking,
"what the #@#@ does red carpet have to do with
a starry night?"
woman I love
the woman I'll marry
is from my son's perspective. He is three and thinks
he is going to marry me. He probably will, although
it will be someone just like me. Don't all boys
marry their mommies?
of my life
responsibility beyond imagaination
what did I do before?
one inspired by my son.
not the magic dragon
a chain-smoking mother
was sitting in a restaurant and this woman
with three children was sitting across from
my family. I swear she smoked three cigarettes
green waves all around
dad would take our family for a ride
down to the creek in a Pontiac station
wagon. The fields of corn and beans
and the grass in the ditch would be
blowing. It looked like waves.
Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois || all rights
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