Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet

Fingering The Universe’s Center: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

cyranowriter — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 22:08:25 +0000

Look at your finger./

Again. That’s NOT the center/

of the Universe.

Social Media Daydream: IMprov Cover Lyrics (Apologies to David Bowie)

cyranowriter — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 19:11:15 +0000

Keep your ‘lectric eye on me, babe./

Let your IMs fill my head.

Press your cyberspace-face close to mine, love…. /

Freak out in a Social Media daydream, oh, yeah!

(apologies to David Bowie / Moonage Daydream).

Cyberspace Foreshadowing: Romantic IMprov Haiku

cyranowriter — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 18:58:49 +0000

Inserting soft words/

into your cyberspace eyes/

is foreshadowing.

Inserting romance/

words into cyberspace eyes:/

hot foreshadowing.

Green Lit Frightening Silence: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

cyranowriter — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 18:51:21 +0000

It can frighten me/

to see you green lit and yet/

completely silent.

Reading Yourself That You Didn’t Write: Romantic Blogging Haiku

cyranowriter — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 20:50:10 +0000

It’s so strange finding/

yourself reading your private/

thoughts you didn’t write.

The Silence Of The Past: Romantic Blogging Poem

cyranowriter — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 22:16:12 +0000

Your past experience

Has always been

There is no rush.

There is little anticipation.

It is always just convenient.

It doesn’t mean anything.

You claim it is different

With us,

But when there is only silence

It sounds like

What you’ve told me about.

It feels the same

To me.

So I wonder

If the distance

And the blasé’

And the non-connection

Is really what you want,

Just like you always have.

And I wonder

If I should ask,

Or would that be pushy.

And I wonder

If I should just wait,

In silence,

And how long

it will be

Until I finally

Figure it out.

Until I finally

believe

and trust

with my heart,

my heart.

What If? Romantic Email Poetic Lament

cyranowriter — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 21:30:31 +0000

What if… ?

What if,

no matter what,

I can’t stand

the thought

of being without you

again?

What if,

no matter what,

I can’t bear

the loneliness

in my heart?

What if,

despite everything,

I can’t take

the emptiness

in my arms?

What if,

despite your reasoning,

I’d do anything

to see you again

sooner

rather than later?

What if

we could make it

happen?

What if …?

Who’s The Muse? Romantic Email Haiku

cyranowriter — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 19:01:23 +0000

I wonder this time/

if she’ll still wonder and ask/

who the muse is now.

Splitting The Grey: Romantic Email Poem

cyranowriter — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 18:56:25 +0000

In the valley

this morning,

alone,

all I could see

were grey overcast clouds.

Like mush,

they squatted

and settled,

heavy and low,

on the mountains

shutting out all light,

enveloping in gloom.

Suddenly,

over a canyon,

a cloud break appeared,

splitting the blanket,

enlightening the entire

depression-bound valley

with a blaze of golden light.

It was

not blinding,

but illuminating

and uplifting

and exciting

and invigorating.

Like the grass you walked through;

like your shimmering lake-side hair;

like your late-summer skin;

like your I-see-you! smile;

like the way you make me feel

even

when you think you don’t.

Cleaning Out Junk: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

cyranowriter — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 00:45:14 +0000

The space vacated/

when I clean my life of junk/

leaves room for wonder.