/ IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Were the Days
this collection, titled "Those were the days,"
I chose my favorite haiku that I had written throughout
the semester. Most of the haiku I write come from memories
and dreams. I also like to write simple haiku that gives
the reader an easy picture to imagine and relate to. I feel
haiku has changed the way I look at life and events. I try
to write haiku that people can relate to. Childhood memories
are my favorite topic to write about.
Carden grew up in Antioch, Illinois. He graduated from Millikin
University in May of 2003 with a Bachelor's degree in sociology.
truthful, convincing haiku must evoke an image or feeling
from it's reader. Not always must the reader empathizes
with the authors work, but be able to find some connection,
changing the words to colorful images in their mind. Nate
Carden's haiku brings a snapshot situation to his readers.
I find several of his haiku dance around childhood with
fond nostalgia then grow through out his life touching
on eminent memories. Reading through his haiku book is
like reading Nate's autobiography from his sandbox fun
summer bike ride
stuck in the chain
loved this haiku because it reminds me of summer and all
the ritual events that take place during the long hot
days. I can picture Nate, younger, riding his bike around
the neighborhood. Then, suddenly his shoelace becomes
tangled and down he goes! I laugh when I read it, thinking
back to my own memories.
Perry class of 2004
feet to the sun
matchbox cars buried
in the sandbox
on the driving range
thoughts of good times
replay through my head
walk on the beach
. . . ten Mississippi
ready or not here I come
fingertips across my back
back home again
with tons of laundry
cooks the eggs, hash, and bacon. Grandma sets the table,
pours us juice, and makes the toast. It's a cool spring
morning with the lonely lake sparkling across the yard.
We eat early so we can hit the lake and go fishing while
the big fish are biting. Sun rises over the lake and dew
covers the grass. We fish under a willow tree, waiting impatiently
for a bite. Grandpa says if we catch enough fish, hell
fry em tonight for dinner.
bacon wakes us
quiet morning on the screen porch
fog blankets the lake
Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois || all rights
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