Archive for September, 2013

Weaving A Warm Word Blanket: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

September 30, 2013

I would weave you a/
poem; a word blanket that would/
hold you safe and warm.

Harmonic Memories Of A Sunset Float: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

September 30, 2013

Oohm float sunset, July, Lake Winneconne, WisconsinGazing at her golden hair
and softly glowing skin/
made me wish I was again there.
A Midwest lake: I’m diving in.

I float in the sunset,
and lay there, half submerged;
half warmed by sun, half cooled with wet;
harmonizing breathing and chirping birds.

An hummed experience of oohhmmm that was new.
A sung peace that tuned my innermost core.
The harmonic returns again as I view
her golden-toned decoutage’ once more.

She somehow can carry within her calm face
the memories and tones of another peaceful place.

Her Request, Fulfilled: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

September 30, 2013

When and how do I/
Let her know that I’m letting/
her go as she asked?

Leaving Her Alone: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

September 30, 2013

I left her alone/
because she asked. I didn’t /
know she’d do the same.

How Good Fresh Corn Tastes: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 30, 2013

Fresh buttered sweet corn from Harward Farms, Springville, UTMy glad face smeared with/
corn and butter, I give thanks/
for the gleaners’ rows.

I Hate Freeways: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

September 30, 2013

Though a man of peace,/
I am condemned to live life/
hearing freeway noise.

Growing up in Milwaukee, I could hear the freeway less than a mile away. I vowed never to live so close that I could hear the trucks passing by in the night.
In California, I lived less than a block away from Highway 101.
In Seattle, I lived less than a mile away from I-405.
Now, in Utah, I live within 1/2 mile of I-15.

Old Testament Principles: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 30, 2013

The corn long-ago/
harvested, I got a wave/
in the gleaners’ rows.

Words Warm Rain: Romantic IMprov Haiku

September 30, 2013

His soft, tender words/
rained warmly over and in/
her, unexpected.

Hovering Lips: Romantic IMprov Haiku

September 30, 2013

He hovered, like a/
new-hatched butterfly, over/
her lips’ moist sweetness.

Poetic Food Hiarchy: Romantic Rhyming ConTEXTing Haiku

September 30, 2013

With women it’s wise/
to withhold sonnets but not/
such tasty omelettes.