Haiku Kukai 2 - Childhood & Coldness

Global Haiku • Millikin University • Spring 2009

two glasses of wine
a widow celebrates
their anniversary

block by block
we form
an igloo

he mirrors my movements
a good sign
according to Cosmo

among charred remains
the chimney stands
sole survivor

anxiously awaiting...
their footsteps he sees
snow angles!

first funeral
hand-me-down suit
two sizes too big

broken down chevy
no reception
through the snow

in the sand box
my cat…
buried alive

a new argument

blinding morning snow
asshole took my

morning quiet…
a single red rose
for him

etched in frost
upon the windshield
a star

single rose
baby’s breath
our last dance

shot your eye out
an icicle cover-up
convinces mom

crescent moon
I hear your laugh
mingle with hers

fire trucks
marching band
the Irish jig

regenerated Frosty
the puzzled child

snow becomes
less enchanting
….with age

political burn out
what's on Disney

untouched snow
in the moon light

the sun shines
on her cold skin

blasting cold air
I wait impatiently
warming the engine

lovers embrace
to say goodbye
snow falls quietly

piling up
a mass of laundry
a student’s homework

an awkward breakfast
coffee and cigarettes
about last night…

summer reading
along the pages
an ant

broken down chevy
no reception
through the snow

blue moon
she spends another night

mountainous snowdrift
one boot

sweet dreams
the phone rings
shovel the church parking lot

retreat from the snow
of ice cream

a hobo in the underpass
singing our song
kocham cie Ilonka

summer rain
puddle jumping
hand in hand

a single star
hears both
of our wishes

numbing fingers
I toss my cigarette
in the snow

forgotten drawer
I come across
the engagement ring

stroke of midnight
eager lips part
New Year’s kiss

alone on Valentine’s Day
eating honeycomb
from the box

playing hide-and-seek
in the snow
I find him rather quickly

Daddy’s turn
with the kids
hot bubble bath

revealed body
lacks confidence
beautiful disaster

lost love
eyes still stab
beneath an old picture frame

Facebook message
Text message
Inbox full…
He’s just not that into you!

I sprinkle salt


© 2009, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
All rights returned to authors upon publication.