I’d move back to the /
Northwest if I had someone /
who would keep me warm.
Archive for February, 2014
Warmly Relocating: Romantic ImproVerse haiku
February 28, 2014Hidden Seahawks “12” Support: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
February 28, 2014
I discovered proof/
of Pepsi’s hidden support/
of the Seahawks’ “12s”!
(Check the reflection under the “Exit” sign)
What Repentance Feels Like: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
February 28, 2014Repentance feels like:/
Fin’lly doing all the hard/
things you should have done.
I’m More Than You See: Romantic Email Haiku
February 28, 2014Read my poetry./
Then, close your eyes and see the/
real me, and we’ll dance.
Good Mountain Morning: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
February 28, 2014On a day that will/
Change my life for good, at least/
The mountain is out.
Milwaukee Deutsch Legacy: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
February 28, 2014How’djah cutcha?/
Burnyah? What car we takin?/
Da truck? Dialect.
Capture In Only A Moment: Romantic Email Free Verse
February 27, 2014I only have a moment to capture her.
Should I go with spicy
like Phad Thai?
Smooth
like chicken mole’?
Funny
like escargot?
Or should I just offer her
the adventure of eternity?
Following Her Following Me: Romantic IMprov Haiku
February 26, 2014I didn’t know she/
was Facebook following me/
until I stalked her.
Capturing Beauty Alone: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku
February 26, 2014With arms extended,/
alone, she still captures her/
beauty through her phone.
How To Read Aloud: Revolutionary IMprov Prose
February 26, 2014A young relative of mine was “feeling frustrated”. She said: “Oh how I just love being able to read fast and clearly in my head, but if I’ve got to read aloud it’s as if my tongue can’t cooperate with my mind and I stutter like a lunatic..urgh!”
I responded:
You stutter and stammer and feel frustrated when you read aloud because you’ve fallen into the trap of the modern world that says “Faster is better.”
It’s not.
Would you rush a sunset?
Would you hasten the first spring song of a robin?
Would you demand that the maple’s leaves turn bright crimson faster?
The written word, spoken aloud, is meant to be caressed and savored and enunciated and appreciated. Reading out loud is not a race to see how fast you can impart information, but a performance to see how movingly you can paint a verbal picture of what the writer intended, with the word pallet given to you.
Slow down.
Breathe.
Emote.
Experience.
Enjoy.
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 
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