This Poetry Blog CyranoWriter is Moving! Come, Follow Me!

Follow me to my new blog at http://www.CyranoWriter.com/Creativity

Hello, friends and fellow poets and creatives! Hundreds of you follow my WordPress poetry and creative writing blog here at CyranoWriter.Wordpress.com. Some of you have followed me for decades! You’ve visited my 7200+ creations more than 100,000 times. And I’m grateful.

BUT this was always a dot WordPress blog, not really my own. So, as with all good things, there must be an end … before there can be a new beginning. And so it is with this blog. BUT … the creativity won’t stop. I’m just MOVING all my work to my own, personal blog. Continue to follow my work at CyranoWriter.com/Creativity.  As the LDS Hymn says:
“Come, Follow Me!”

IMPORTANT! IF you’ve followed this blog, you will need to follow that CyranoWriter.com/Creativity blog — otherwise you won’t get any updates of my new work (and, I promise, there will be at least one a day, or more!)

So make certain you visit CyranoWriter.com/Creativity soon. AND, if you’d like, I also have some creative and observational work at my NaturesGuy.com blog.

Thanks! I’ll see you on the other side!

Dave Kuhns aka CyranoWriter

It’s Time To Move — to CyranoWriter.com/Creativity

 

Don’t Deny Her: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

When you doubt yourself,/
you think you’re not loveable./
What if she doesn’t?

Me First. Then Others. I Don’t Care: Romantic Blogging Rhyming Haiku

I left long ago./
I’m glad I did. Now that some/
have also, yay us!

A Tail, Chanting: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

After her tale, it/
was tempting to chant loud and/
long, but we didn’t.

Flooded By The Energized Woman: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

She is a very/
energized woman. When floods/
come, I fear drowning.

To My Darling, Dearest One, Post Movie: Romantic Free Verse Lament

My Darling:
My fingers fly across space and keys, anxiously tapping and pounding words which have swollen my heart this evening for far too long.
Why is the connection so slow? Why do I have to wait longingly for some electronic synapse, when the waves in my brain and my heart are racing full speed, threatening to rip the arteries between those two organs asunder.
My Dearest: Tonight we watched a movie of London and research and libraries and University and the Yorkshire coast and countryside. It was of two Literati, one hidden poet and one descendant of two artists long passed and largely forgotten. A romance. A genealogical detective story. A movie full of poetry, love requeited and not, of honesty and deception. It was a film full of scenery and sadness, of whisper and wanting, of two – facedness twice.
Loved one: It was a cinemascope full of everything you, as a romance writer, love. It was and is a tale I should and would, as a romantic poet, gladly embrace with you, fully, completely, deeply.
Except for that one moment, that once scene in that one arbor-windowed room overlooking the ocean, as the waves heaved and foamed and surged and rolled in and out, in and out. It is that moment that, for all its beauty and tenderness, will always break my heart, and will always turn me inside out, and give me pain.
Even now, my beloved, I hear the music, I feel the muse (he called her his Muse, or was it her that called him her Muse?), and instead of rejoicing, my heart is heavy with memory and regret.
Fortunately, that forbidden moment was long ago. Just as she let him drop her hair down, at last, maybe some day I can accept that love, believe that goodness can happen in those moments.

For did not Solomon come of David and Bathsheba?

Perhaps, Love, someday
my pain will away,
and with it will fade regret.
But not yet.
Alas, Loves, not yet.

When You Look Back: Romantic Blogging Free Verse Poem

It’s always dangerous
to look back to the past,
especially when it’s not yours.

No matter how good
your present is,
the chance to find pain
is real.

Don’t gaze too long
into what is not yours.
Don’t think too deeply
about what you don’t understand.
Just keep your own happiness
and your present peace,
and rejoice.

Some Greek God: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

She calls me her Greek/
God, says cuz of my body./
Silenus maybe?

Hard To Work: Romantic IMprov Haiku

One should not be in/
love, in the next room, playing/
romantic music.

How My Labor of Love is Lost: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Introduce your love/
to Shakespeare with care! Pick plays/
sans pedantic speech.