Posts Tagged ‘bathe’

Season’s Last Bath: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

November 23, 2015

Late November bath with skim ice, Lake Winneconne, WIGot the chance to jump/
in the lake at sunset? Leap!/
Despite the skim ice!

go jump in the lake at Winneconne, Wisconsin

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Preparation For A Spread: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Poetry

February 18, 2015

The course
has been set,
laid before us.

What preparations
need to be made
before partaking
in such a sumptuous spread?

Personal cleanliness is paramount.
Though we’ve been preparing
long before,
at last
a cold bath,
warm tub,
hot shower
is needed.

Each makes their choice,
as they also do
for their appropriate attire.

Then, as part of both anticipation
and preparation,
we would, together,
call upon Him
for the blessings of heaven,
each in our own way.

Lastly,
I would be pleased
to share
through the power which we share,
which Father has bestowed,
with hands on her gentle head,
words which are not mine,
but divine,
being with us
and in tune
and focused.

Thus, in all ways
right
and righteous
and tuned in,
we are then prepared
to participate
and partake
wholly
and completely
and righteously,
even if not
quietly.

Cleaner Than Nothing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 4, 2013

Bird poop. Algae. Scum./
Carp slime. I don’t care. I still/
bathe in lake water.

Wisconsin Skinny Dipping Cleanse: Revolutionary Improv Email Sonnet

September 7, 2010

Winneconne Whitecaps, Swim Suit and Towel on the DockThe west wind and whitecaps churn
on my long-fetched Midwest lake.
I relish the violence and yearn,
as I have from my youth, to take

a naked dive,
to absorb nature’s dual power;
to be alive
in the storm’s most blustery hour.

I’ll swim and be swept, alone,
unashamed, unabashed, through the foam
of the surging, pounding freshwater sea;
and will learn, again, how it lifts and carries me.

I know when, at last, I emerge, from its power cleansed,
I’ll breathe deep in my soul and feel fully alive again.

Upon Leaving Island Life: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry

August 9, 2010

Haven’t shaved in 3 days;/
not bathed in 2./

Island life/
takes getting used 2./

Now I’ll catch a ferry/
2 soon b citifide./

There I’ll b clean,/
and feel dead inside.