Haiku Attempts Seeking Responses & Editing Suggestions
English 170—Set 2, Spring 2002

white water over the cliff we stop holding our breath Eric Sharp

his number up and down the court not him

ominous clouds cover only our home before the diagnosis is in

snow covered yard the smell of hot chocolate

frozen car door try someone else's frozen too

one last glance the flames engulf precious memories

icicles hang from stars

Lo Mein and hot tea smiles, telling a story no more work today

throwing open curtains sun reflecting white bliss of going back to bed Rachel Perry (5)

Grandmother’s soft fingers along my back asleep in no time Krista Duffett (6) edit by AJ Cunningham

scratch on the wooden floor grandpa once pulling his oxygen tank

the long walk up running start my sled and I fly

brisk wind on my face his comment makes me angrier

Runny nose     red ears The wind blows my hat off

Three bars Four girls No jackets Not a care in the world Jodee Whitlock (5)

morning chill I snuggle into the covers Kristin Card (12)

the cast photo I recall the people not the part Meg Schleppenbach (5)

Up to the attic To find my flip flops Early January morning

as she plays with my old toys my heart swells with love

darkness snuggling under blankets with my sister Angie Williams (7)

finals week snow and stress two roommates sledding Shannon Kroner (3)

red and silver foil is all that remains of the chocolates Nikki Garry (3)

cold back room trembling      jangle of keys fragmented time

driving down back roads storm-sky Brock Peoples (8)

smile on my face breezing through the halls winter sunshine or smile on my face breezing along winter sunshin

the moon doesn't realize midnight approaches

I pat my mittens before gathering another ball of snow

wet grass shimmering shining stars lead to a nearby moon Darrin Thurman (4)

mountains of snow the windy city home sweet home

freezing wind echoes giving me an earache

collar on the bedpost still jingles at bedtime

I open the garage door bloody deer carcass hanging there AJ Cunningham (5)

winter for months the sled still in the shed Jane Millikin (3)

gold hoops on the desk hair loose glitter still on your arms Mahraya Mosxona (4)

blush roses against the white picket fens my finger bleeds from thrones

train rushing past along empty tracks the house shakes Beth Stiner (5)

the first snowflake tongue outstretched to greet it

not a soul to be found except the rain hitting the old, homeless man's jacket Gia Drouzas (4)

window leaking slowly the cold crisp air gripping their covers tighter

cold wind blows around me thought of him warms me

numb fingers trying to curl up away from cold

falling star underneath the oak lovers embrace

bathroom counter she wipes away his tears

old box of pictures 2 years gone yet he still consumes me

hair dripping warm fire frostbit toes

empty canoe shimmers upside down reflecting heat

ice on my sprain inside watching the icicles melt

the smell of home wrapped in the quilt her mother made

first kiss the taste of almond coffee

collection of crushed rose petals real flower girl makes me give them back

morning paper and cereal my dog's head on my leg

glow of streetlights shattered as I step in the puddle

cold metal barrel can't imagine what she was thinking

looking down at my hands the cold and bitter wind erases that very moment

looking across the plain snow gradually appears across the horizon

frozen oak leaves rustle I clench my jaw

cleaning out the garage the old rusty bike with two flat tires

the snow covered sidewalk freezing rain falling long walk home

hills slick with snow children bundled up packed on the toboggan

autumn sunset caught in the massive sail

Late night Crumbs on my floor Open bottle of advil

my imagined play echoes through the empty theatre

peaceful and quiet alone still sun shine

building igloos the little boys deep in snow

quiet day a sonic boom a crowded funeral home

buffalo woman threads          fading on the wall

tip-toeing across the solid creek bed a single air bubble

sitting barefoot in a clover patch the breeze begins Jennifer Clements (5)

Carpet of dandelions A loud hum begins An angry father mowing

Smile on my face Breezing through the halls Winter sunshine

© 2002, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
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