Your answers, though quick,
read like poetry themselves.
Waves pounding the shore.
Archive for August, 2009
Answering the Poet: Email Revolutionary Haiku
August 30, 2009Dumped on the I-5 from Canby: A Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
August 26, 2009Analysis of a Kiss Bliss: A Romantic IMprov Poem
August 22, 2009When you understand
that a woman
is, by design,
tender and refined,
you don’t feel the need
to rush in with speed;
to plunge headlong
with drooling, forceful tongue.
Instead, you rely
on the touch of a butterfly
landing lightly on a new flower:
Then she’s in your power.
When you can feel her breath
almost begging you: “Next!”
and can taste of her sweetness
as you hold her face in caress,
then
is when
you can feel, and give her,
anticipated bliss:
That gentle, tender,
yet passionate, kiss.
Men With Large … : A Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
August 22, 2009I hope you sleep well,
friend, and dream of men with large
Vocabularies.
Flowing Words: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
August 22, 2009Words like rivulets
flow out of my fingertips
or over my lips.
Dreidel Turnip Goy Toy at Seattle Art Museum: A SAM Revolutionary Haiku and Video
August 20, 2009
Dredyl top spinning.
Bent turnip or phallic root,
Twisting as Goys do
For more information on From Art Criticism to Poetry in Five Strokes, visit A.K. “Mimi” Allin’s blog at http://thepoetessatgreenlake.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-art-criticism-to-poetry-in-five.html
The Wine of the Proletariat: A Revolutionary IMprov Poem
August 15, 2009She leaned back
having dined,
and whined
the wine
of the Proletariat.
“Clients!” said she
(somewhat mystically):
Can’t live with ’em;
Can’t pay the mortgage without ’em!”
“Amen!”
murmured her friends
as they again
laughed
and quaffed
the wine
of the Proletariat.
Reading Prose in a Mirror: Revolutionary Poetry
August 9, 2009Reading prose in a mirror
is like reading mine, only clearer.
You’re a much tighter
writer.
I recognize everything you say, in me,
yet would have said it differently.
But I like the way
you articulate
what you have to say:
It’s great!
(Ok. That was fun.
Now I’m done.)
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