Prayers For A Friend’s Surgery: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

A friend had surgery … and many told her she was their prayers. These are the result
She may not know it,/
But hundreds of knees have bent/
For her to be blessed.

She said: Ok now don’t you make me cry !!
Tears are mere symbols /
that our emotional cups /
are overflowing.

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We Honor You Thus: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I also weep, bow,/
and write “Organ Donor” on/
my driver’s license.

Chemo Kids Are Cool: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

The world touts photos/
of stud guys and glam girls, but/
chemo kids beat ’em.

Our Lives Are Wrapped Up Again: Revolutionary IMproVerse Iambic Poem

Two grandchildren of good friends have childhood cancer. I am no longer the common link. I wrote this about that experience.
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Our Lives Are Wrapped Up Again

My son’s best friend
is now a mother
who’s going where your child has been
And is.
You may think I’m not there.
You may think
That I don’t care.
But because I care as deeply as I do,
I have respected the silence from you.

I know you have duties and obligations to keep.
I know you have worries and thoughts which deprive you of sleep.
I know that in trying to help at your daughter’s home,
you have felt, sometimes, left alone.

But you’re not.

Prayers are constantly being uttered
for you as well as your granddaughter.
But now this silence I must end
to help The daughter of my friend
and the son of my son’s friend.

For in your daughter’s voyage beneath
There is experience
and wisdom and surviving grief
which may bring sense
And some relief
and insights
and make a dawn
out of the night
and the fears
that bring tears
to so many.
If I had that wisdom,
I would share it,
but I haven’t any
except to bare it
and to show another the way
to the experience
that your daughter and granddaughter have today.

And so, while I respect your pained silence
heartfelt, wide and deep,
please forgive me if I that same silence
can no longer keep.

Broken Hearted Lucky Man: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

My friend’s granddaughter’s /
hair grows back as my heart breaks./
I am the lucky one.

Chemo Girl Dances With Me: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

New Year’s Eve I danced with a friend’s granddaughter — who was in the final, exhausting stages of hospital-phase chemotherapy. We rocked the house! I think it may have been the best New Year’s Eve dance I ever have had… and I wrote this about her a few days later.

The sick that gives her/
a shiny moon head cant kill/
the light in her eyes.

PS: She’s 5 years old.

Fearing Breasts Exposed: Revolutionary Improv Blogging Poem

I’ve had a number of friends and associates who’ve been impacted by breast cancer. One recent acquaintance blogged about the worry she feels about telling a man — who is finally worthy to know this information — about her radical mastectomy and her breast implants. This poem, originally titled: “He may not know how to communicate what he’s thinking in the appropriate words, but he knows the feeling he’s feeling,” reflects both sides of that dilemma.

She wonders,
as she looks under
her shirt,
how she’ll broach
the subject, fear and hurt
of having breasts poached,
when she stops the flirt,
and reveals,
sans boast,
what has been concealed.

What will her future man say?
Will he vanish away?
Thoughs like those
run rampant, and hold sway
through her mind today.

But suppose
the man already knows,
and doesn’t care
what the surgeon’s knife laid bare?
What if he just wants to have exposed
the heart that’s left under there?

Seeing (Maybe) The End: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

How do I tell this/
to people who used to care?/
To those I wont see?

Alternative ending
How do I tell this/
to people who used to care?/
Or do I just pass?

Upon Feeling A Weird Bump: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

Alone in the mourning,/
I feel increasing pain,/
and wonder if I will be dead soon./
I have been so foolish./
I have done so much,/
but I am soooo not ready 4 Him.