Walking Through The Village Alone: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

This is the type of/
quiet winter night when she/
should be here with me.

I Need A Mit-Watcher For Snow: Romantic ImproVerse Alliteration Haiku

Softly falling flakes/
of silver snow are not meant/
to be watched alone.

When The Art Museum Is Empty, It’s Enough: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

When the art museum is empty,
and its gifts are mine to own,
I wander through halls of beauty
and ponder being alone.

Surrounded by creativity
and others’ visionary views,
I think in artistic silence
and dance solo with the Muse.

My heart is never heavy
as I view creation’s light,
where each unique gallery
helps set my world aright.

Would it be better to have someone else near?
Perhaps. But tonight, it’s just me who’s here.

The Spirit Attends Alone: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Yes, I’m alone, but/
would I have felt the Spirit/
if I wasn’t thus?

She Was Never Alone … Was She? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

To those who stood by/
her, even in subtle ways,/
she wasn’t alone.

Learning Alone Not Lonely: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I hate to admit/
that I could learn to be by/
myself much better.

Why We Share Our Alone: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poetry

We try to convince
ourselves
that we are okay being
alone,
that we love
our solo status.

We document
our evening fireplace flickering,
the movies we’re watching,
the hikes we’re taking,
the vistas we’re seeing
the food we’re preparing
for one,
the drinks we’re sharing
with none,
and we claim
and proclaim
that we love
ourselves
so much.

That may be,
but the very fact
that we need to share
our alone status
on Facebook
or Twitter
or Instagram,
that we feel compelled
to scream what we’re doing
from the rooftops,
slaps us in the face
and says this experience
would be better
shared.

The very fact
that we must share
all alone
is an oxymoron.
We are not meant
to be alone always.
We are meant to share,
to teach,
to learn,
to cry,
to laugh,
to love
together.

We are meant to be
together,
because together
is better.

Why Be You? Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

She, alone, stood
and, debating her own best good,
faced down the gaping abyss
of conscious solo loneliness.

She knew another decision would
be, by others, easily understood
if she, reconsidering, stepped back;
let herself be lead down a different track.

She could easily hike hand in hand
through life’s journey with a man
who had never truly got
the greater knowledge and light she sought.

But she turned her vision to a loftier view;
Spread forth her arms, lept out, and flew.

Alone Dancing On Snowy Moon-Shadowed River Banks: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

Spanish Fork River and Sandy Beach, Utah Lake

He stood on the snowed /
banks of that river alone, /
cold and moon-shadowed.

AND

Dancing with moonbeams/
to the stream’s soft notes was not/
enough to hold her.

In The Deep Winter Quiet: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

In the stillness of/
solitude you feel His love/
and Creation’s gifts.

OR
… you feel God’s love/
in Creation’s gifts.