Archive for February, 2015

Talk Not About Sex: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

February 28, 2015

Some tell us to quit. /
They ask, like Tina: “What’s sex /
got to do with it?”‘

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No More Lying: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

February 26, 2015

Gerbera daisy memoryDaisy, Daisy. Once/
more, thoughts of her come into/
my life.I’m confused.

Late Shuttle Bus, Cold Carolina: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

February 26, 2015

I don’t need to chill./
After waiting so long, that’s/
the last thing I need!

State House Stars, Bars And Scars: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poem

February 26, 2015

South Carolina State House battle star cannon ball scarThe stars/
showing Sherman’s scars/
before this/
meant nothing to me./
Long live the Republic!/
Long live the Confederacy!/
(But now it does/
because/
I’ve touched history.*)

*[added later]

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The back story behind this poem:
Toward the end of the Civil War, General William T. Sherman and his Union army captured the South Carolina State Capital in Columbia, SC on February 17, 1865, leaving city-wide destruction. Shells from Sherman’s cannons, which were of light caliber, damaged the building only slightly, and brass markers were subsequently placed on the west and southwest walls of the building to show where the shots had landed. Ten were fired in all. Six “struck the western front,” with little damage. This photo is of the lowest (and most accessible) brass star marker (and the damage), near the western door.
In late February, 2015, I turned the star and ran my fingers along the damaged wall.

Afternoon In A Surprise Museum: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

February 26, 2015

McKissick Museum at University of South Carolina - drum and dugout canoe in Native American Low Country art exhibitAs the southern
evening bells
rang,
I banged
the skin drum
and sang:
“Yah, yah hey yah hah!”

Then rubbed I
the dugout canoe,
and dreamed,
and cared not
who heard my chanted prayer,
nor that I got splinters
in my hand.

I thought of she
and he,
and that they
might be better.

But observational joy
is never a contest.

What He’s Looking For: Romantic IMprov Free Verse Poem

February 24, 2015

Who am I looking for?
A woman who is enthusiastically passionate,
who can embrace me
as I embrace her
and the world.

Someone who can stand
at sunrise
with tears,
and arms outstretched,
to welcome the new day.

A woman who will laugh with me
as we clap our hands
with child-like glee
watching dandelion parachutes
glide away on a gentle,
warm,
summer breeze.

Someone who will discover
lost treasures
of bakery
or burnt-end barbecue
or Thai
or spaghetti
or spumoni.

Someone who will grasp
the silence
and power
of breathing together;
who isn’t afraid to throw
caution
to the 70 mph wind,
and her hands
in the air
as we rock,
topless,
the black top
to the Four Tops
or the Four Seasons.

Going Slow: Romantic IMprov Limerick

February 24, 2015

She said she wants to go slow/
I am okay with that, and so
I will take my time./
and write a few lines
until she is ready to go!
*(OR: until she is ready fo mo!)

Embrace Your True Self: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

February 22, 2015

Children: Look to the/
Son and find your true self. Then,/
embrace you fully.

*(Originally Daughter)

Sunset Clarity: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

February 22, 2015

With a wise gaze she/
set her sights towards the West,/
and wrapped inner peace.Western Gaze from Mystic Hot Springs

Drawing A Mystic Blank: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

February 21, 2015

Gaining Clarity -- drawing a blank at Mystic Hot Springs, Monroe, UTIt surprises me/
to learn that,
in the place
which COULD give
the deepest insight,
Gaining Clarity -- Drawing a blank at Mystic Hot Springs, Monroe, UT
I draw a blank.

And,
maybe,
that’s how it should be.

Can’t drawing a blank
be good?

I’m clear.