EN340
/ IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Spring 2002 |
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Mahrya Fulfer
Love
& Blue Haiku
by Mahrya Fulfer
Profile
on Carlos Fleitas
The
Musical Haiku of Carlos Fleitas
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Love
and Blue Haiku
by
Mahrya Fulfer
My
project is Love and Blue Haiku for many reasons. First and
foremost, upon reading my haiku I noticed that my writing
usually followed a trend. When I write, I usually am writing
because I need to vent or to express everything that I feel
on the inside. Many of my haiku therefore, tend to be about
relationship angst, the trials and tribulations of a college
student, or the exhilarating new experiences that love has
to offer.
Upon
careful readings of my haiku I also noticed that I tend to
focus on little moments rather than big earth-shattering moments.
For example, one of my very favorite moments that I tried
to convey through haiku was about brushing my teeth with someone
that I loved. My moments of significance are often silly moments
that most people would forget. I want to make people remember
the little moments and to help them treat these moments with
as much reverence and care as they do the big moments of love.
My work is inspired by what I feel at moments that I don’t
ever want to forget.
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Another
important aspect of my haiku is attempting to make the haiku
sound as beautiful as the image I hope it inspires. I studied
the musicality of haiku, specifically in Spanish haiku and
I attempted to transfer that knowledge into my work. I wanted
the haiku to flow and for the sounds of the words, as well
as what they meant to inspire an image.
My
signature haiku goes along with the title because it describes
a rather blue day. However, my signature haiku also goes
along with my personality. I am a person who tries to make
the best out of most situations. If the weather is rainy,
at least I will make the most of the situation.
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harsh
words
brittle promises
waiting for spring
(Illinois
Times, Feb. 21, 2002)
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smell
of green grass
the rain
splashes our feet
(Illinois
Times, May 30, 2002)
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bony
broad shoulders
the spot
where his wings should be
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first
kiss mud
his car drives away
spinning in the starlight
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Easter
grass
in my hair
he feeds me peeps
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rainy
day
my drink
has its own umbrella
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instead
of long stem roses
slender fingers
play with her hair
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sunlight
intrudes
under
the sheets
his
hand finds mine
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tequila
shot
his face
grows more handsome
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long
walk home
snowflakes
gently kiss her cheeks
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side
by side
reflected in the mirror
our toothbrushes
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remembering
she
closes
her
eyes
to
the
wind
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the
mourning
doves
teach
me
how
to
cry
empty
bed
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©2002
Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois || all rights reserved
for original authors
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