Haiku and Responses

The following are the result of an experiment in reader response.
Students were asked to place 6 separate Haiku poems on separate sheets of paper and to carry them during the week. At different times during the week they were to read one of the Haiku and write their impressions captured at that moment. These are the results.

I find them a hopeful sign that poetry still has the power to evoke something within us to speak forth.


I go.
You stay;
two autumns		 1:45 He left
        She left
          all alone

2:17  He's trying
          Trying Hard
            Idiot!

3:40    That smell
            I'm hungry
             It's bacon
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Autumn, a time of change.  Changing colors of leaves.  From the green
oflife to red...orange...yellow...gold.  Eventually to brown, fall to the
ground.  So autumn a change from life to death... or is it more?  Maybe
just to slumber. To meditate on possiblilities.  If it weren't for the
white, dreary, cold winter, would we really notice the color and life
ofspring?  So I go, you stay.  As two leaves taking their turn to color
andfall with the season.  I will meet you at the bottom. Two autumns -
changing.  I will meet back with you come spring. Til then, sleep and
meditate... on life, on changes, and on autumns to come...
Cricket, be
careful! I'm rolling 
over!		 1:10   Watch my
           Hair! I got
             a sucker

2:05    I just smoked!
           They say I stink,
             Oh well

3:20     The chair rocks the same
             over & over
              very annoying
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens		 1)So much depends on our words, words, words. And words are only what we have been taught by others to believe. So much depends upon our knowledge of words/thoughts. "Glazed w/ rain water"- our words coated with various meanings to each word, Lies or truths? Who knows?

2)So much depends on our world. Our world filled with many bizarre issues. God, Satan, Peace, War, Murder, Rape, Salvation, Destiny, Fate, are all this that fill our world or our "wheelbarrow" to the top. Around the world is space or glazed rain (smooth and interesting). Besides all these "pins" of the world is ourselves-simple white chickens. Maybe afraid to challenge the "pins" or question them. After all, everybody is afraid of something or someone.
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makes me think about a red barn-country living raising chickens-my grand-parents-old people when I used to go to the country part of New Orleans years ago to visit relatives with my family-working on a farm-hard work-reality-craziness-loneliness-the old days-Little House on the Prairie-the old millenium-The red wagon-Fun-Work-The color red little red corvette

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So much depends on the wheelbarrow.  Like each one of us, it has its
loadto bear.  Sometimes just sitting...holding...bearing.  Other times going
on...moving...carrying - but always with help... and a push.  Glazed
withrain water.  The water making even the old and worn look shiny and new.
Reflecting light and seeming beauty.  All the while destroying and
rusting - a two-edged sword.  Glazed just as all of us are.  A mask-
tohide the weak and worn.  But we all know what is underneath.  Just a
redwheelbarrow, sitting beside the chickens...
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A piece of green pepper fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?		 Sometimes when our life falls apart, and everyone's does at some point, it breaks away piece by piece. One thing happens then another and another, just like the pepper off the salad bowl, it falls just one grain but will most likely lead to more things falling. Many people don't worry about the thing falling-but this may lead to a life full of disorder/chaos. Many people just say so what & move on. But then everything begins to add up and its hard to remember where it began to go wrong.
broken bowl
the pieces
still rocking		 A tragic event doesn't just happen and go away. It rocks your life for the rest of time to come. Breaks it into new pieces, or sets it into motion. never to be the same again. But is it broken-or just different?
Cricket, be careful! I'm rolling over Cricket represents the conscience and the holder of the conscience is warning it of its transformation.
After weeks of watching the roof leak
             I fixed it tonight
by moving a single board		 And I got a
good night's sleep
The piercing chill I feel:
   my dead wife's comb, in our bedroom, 
    under my heel . . .		 A scary movie-cold weather-windy-marriage love Another woman or wife-why still have a comb from your deceased wife still-Relationship Shoes-feeling-How he feels about his deceased wife He still loves his dead wife-still holding on to the past-Ice-Cold-Chilly-Lust Romance-Soul-A movie- Imagery-Image-Experience-Impression-Speaking from the heart-Death-Life-Worrying-Pain-

 

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