Archive for October, 2013

Calling Geese At Sunset: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 27, 2013

Calling in geese at sunset, Lake WinneconneAs the fall sun sets,/
I call in a flock of geese/
and they land for me.

A Ten-Year Goal: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

October 27, 2013

Is it my goal to/
make kind, gentle love, or to/
position me there?
OR
Is it my goal to/
make perfect, gentle love, or/
position me there?

Elizabeth Can’t Know What She Started In Me That Day: Revolutionary Blogging Poem

October 27, 2013

Elizabeth,
that day
dressed in red
can’t know
what she started
that day
in me.

The fire
she lit
was not because
of praise
for that day,
nor the fire
of past time,
which were last time
lit by others,
but because
I saw,
that day,
my own potential,
my own abilities,
my own
audacity
of hope.

She stood,
cold and wind-swept,
that day,
on steps
others had built.
I heard,
and stood
that day,
and from that day,
on words
she’d written.

I claimed,
that day,
for myself,
the knowledge
and ability
that I could climb
those stairs
as well.

That day,
in her mind,
was not about me,
or my people,
or my ilk.
But for me,
that day
was the start
of a new day
and a new way
of being
that I claimed
for me.

No Glory For You: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

October 27, 2013

At some point, you were/
not marching. Stop claiming their/
hard work and glory.

Root Cause Of Kindness: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

October 27, 2013

Our kindness and love/
towards others comes from knowing/
how much God loves us.
OR
how much we are loved.

Sum Of Some: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

October 26, 2013

She said that some of/
his poems were good. He had hoped/
for more than just sum.

Sunsets Not Chocolates: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

October 26, 2013

Sunset not chocolate: Pink Lake Winneconne, 6:30 p.m., late October 2013Some women get cards,/
flowers, or choc’late. Lucky!/
She receives sunsets.

Windy, Wavy Winneconne Wisconsin: Romantic IMproVerse Poetic Lament

October 26, 2013

Wild Winneconne waves and wind wantingI wander,
waiting,
in the midst of wild space,
and Wisconsin winds,
and Winneconne waves,
wishing
for one
who will wonder,
and who would want
whee
and we.

She went
away.

OR
She left.

The Last Sunset: Revolutionary IMproVerse Haiku

October 25, 2013

Last Winneconne sunsetTonight is the last/
sunset from the dock. I know/
there’s always next year.

Flock Of Seagulls Sunset: Revolutionary IMproVerse Haiku

October 25, 2013

Flock of seagulls over Lake WinneconneA flock of seagulls/
soared toward the sunset. I’ve n’ear/
seen such flights before.