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!

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.

Do What You Do In Safety: Romantic Blogging Haiku

Go out to dinner./
See a ball game. Sail. Be brave*./
Just be safe. I care.
OR
*Leave port.

Dancing With Myself Dislike: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

Going to concerts/
solo reminds me how much/
I hate loneliness.

I Wish She Wrote About Me: Romantic Blogging Rhyming Haiku

I read what she wrote./
I’ve dreamed one would write of me/
thusly. None have yet.

Maybe Then, But Not Today: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

She’s ready for me/
once she deletes her wedding/
and honeymoon pics.

Her Love’s Still On Facebook: Romantic Blogging Haiku

He smiles at me from/
her embrace on Facebook. I/
think: “She’s not ready.”

Perhaps Some Day, But Not Today: Romantic Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament

Some day I may be/
worthy of what she wrote: Her/
Love’s soliloquy.

Why Make Me Puke? Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

When she asks if I’m/
grooming others to replace/
her, it makes me puke.