Posts Tagged ‘beautiful’

Today’s Highlight Is Simply More Beautiful: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Gratitude Poem

April 21, 2018

Today,
Gulls in flight, St. George Island, FL, April 2018
I saw gorgeous seas,
billowing golden clouds,
bright blue skys,
frothy waves,
elegant birds,
majestic trees,St. George Island FL lighthouse with wildflowers
bright and colorful wildflowers,
lush landscapes;
a fantastic sunset;
but when I viewed
a picture of my granddaughter
for the first time,
I simply muttered,
softly:
“Beautiful!”,
and wept with joy.
St. George Island causeway sunset, April 2018

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Don’t Call Her Beautiful: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

February 8, 2017

Beautiful is more/
than groovy, Si!, but I would/
never call her that.

She Recognized Herself: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

February 4, 2017

“That’s beautiful!” Yes!/
It’s the subject matter AND/
her humility.

Who Is The Poet In My Neighborhood? Romantic IMprov Haiku

January 31, 2017

She wrote, beautiful;/
winsome smile, flashing eyes. He/
wrote, waiting, nearby.

She Is All Beautiful: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

October 11, 2016

Finally, she may/
start to believe she is all/
beautiful. She is.

Thank Heaven For (Grandma’s) Little Neighbor Girls: Revolutionary Email Free Verse

February 26, 2016

Grandma
lived alone,
central Wisconsin cottage
built with her husband’s hands
before he died,
too early,
there.

She was not
cottage-bound.
She could go anywhere.
But there,
she chose to stay
there
in her cottage home
and grow old.

Little neighbor girls
brought her wild flowers,
and colored leaves,
and crayon’d pictures
they’d drawn.

Eager and happy
they would show her,
and she,
with her
“Oh, how beautiful!”
exclamations,
would put the flowers
in a Blatz beer glass
on the bar,
or would tape
the colorful drawings
onto her old, white fridge,
and would chatter
excitedly
to the little neighbor girls
and learn of their day
and teach them cards
and flowers
and wild birds
and mysteries of
the lake
and the woods
and the pond
and hot chocolate.

When I,
first-born grandson,
would visit
from college,
or from traveling,
or to come home,
she would show me
the drawings,
and tell me
excitedly,
about the little neighbor girls,
M and S H’s kids,
and how wonderful they were,
and how they always
came to visit,
and how she loved
talking to them
and sharing with them.

I met them
a coupla two-tree times,
that Wisconsin way,
as they brought
wildflowers
and drawings
and love.

“Oh, how beautiful.”

Time passed.
I was there,
she and I,
alone,
when she did, too.
That sacred experience
etched deep in my mind.
A great soul
flying home.

Sometimes the little girls
would still come by
the cottage,
but it was never
the same.
Her great heart
which had filled
us all
had stilled,
and all we had
were memories
and love.

Many years later
I met
one of the little neighbor girls
unknowingly.

We were both
grown now,
a woman,
no longer little.
She needed
someone tall,
(which I am not).
And I,
aged,
didn’t know I’d seen her
and her wildflowers
and her crayon’d drawings
in Grandma’s kitchen.

We smiled
as we recalled
Grandma’s love
and warmth
and excitement.

Then,
tears welled up
as I thought of
Grandma,
alone,
in that cottage.

Most widows
whither
and dry,
and die.

But she,
surrounded by beauty,
and love,
flourished for decades.
Looking forward
to walks in the woods
and geese flying
and cardinals, finches and chickadees
feeding by the window
and crocuses and daffodils and tulips
and wildflowers
blooming
and ice out
and first frost,
and bright red/orange leaves.

And,
amidst it all,
little girls
who visited
daily,
when I could not,
who loved her
and let her love them
for years.
Extending her life
and her love
for decades.

Sobbing now,
I realize
the great gift
they gave
my Grandmother
and my family.

I don’t know
how to thank them.
I don’t know
if they can understand.
I don’t even know
their names.

I can only say:
“Thank Heaven
for my Grandma’s
little neighbor girls.”
Grandma Bertha Kuhns, Lake Winneconne sunset just before ice out

To The Unknown Shorebirds: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 5, 2015

Avocet shorebird at Sandy Beach, Utah LakeI don’t know what you/
are but you are beautiful./
I’m glad you flew by.

Superfluous About 3 Blondes: Romantic IMprov Haiku

May 17, 2015

I should probably/
say something on beauty, but/
that’s superfluous.

No Surprise Beauty: Romantic IMprov Haiku

March 8, 2015

Everyone says “Wow!/
You* are so beautiful!” Like/
that’s a big surprise.

*she is

Please Believe: Romantic IMprov Haiku

March 8, 2015

She stood, beautiful,/
not knowing she was. He could/
just repeat the truth.