The Gang Left This Morning: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

The wind howls o’er an/
empty lake. Blue reflects how/
we feel. Tucson’s gone.

Photographers’ Term: Bluing — Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Just before sunrise,/
roosters crow and the sky turns/
blue. I’d not heard that.

When Friends Ask “What’s Up?” : Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

What is up? Mountains./
Blue sky. Clouds. Delicate Arch./
But NOT my ragtop.

Good Day For Yard Sales: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Beautiful morning./
Blue skies, green lawns, your sweet face./
Good day for yard sales.

Leaning back in an office chair: An Emailed Sonnet

Leaning back in his office chair/
he stared,/
out the window, blankly,/
at the empty blue sky there./

Turning his face back/
to his blue screen, where the lack/
of one response/
caused his jaw to slack./

He looked at his lap./
“Crap.”/
Pursed his lips./
Sighed. Visualized where she sat./

Then he realized, if she was any good,/
She’d read and respond as soon as she could.