Joining At Moonrise: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Spring came, whales breached. and/
a teared full moonrise joined us/
to* our mother earth.

*and

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Trying Again To Breach Her Walls: Romantic IMprov Poetry

When I first
nursed
a desire
to stand near
her radiance
and fire,
there was no
fear.

But then
I slammed
again
and again
into force fields;
walls
so tall
I had to yield
or go through.

That’s what I chose
to do,
knowing that the result
would let me exult
and exalt
myself
and her.

At last,
when the probe
burst through,
her radiance showed
back,
blinding my view.
So strong, so overwhelming
I couldn’t see anything
but what was in front of me.

I fear
I feared.

Insecurity
does not endear,
nor gain pity
from the pretty.

She quickly closed up,
repaired the breach.
Shields up!
She withdrew out of reach.

So I was left, again,
with keyboard instead of pen,
to tap, tap, tap away at the wall;
just to gain entry. Not make it fall.

For it’s only when she, herself, will yield
that her wall raising will be healed.