Posts Tagged ‘chill’

Late Shuttle Bus, Cold Carolina: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

February 26, 2015

I don’t need to chill./
After waiting so long, that’s/
the last thing I need!

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Type A To Z: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 8, 2013

How can a Type A/
tell me, a Type Z to breathe?/
To relax? *To chill?
Or
*I am!

Replacing Warmth With Emptyness: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

July 25, 2011

Instead of warmth, there’s /
now just an empty, dull ache/
and pain in my heart.https://cyranowriter.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post-new.php?post_type=post#

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Instead of warmth, chill./
There’s just an empty, dull ache/
and pain in my heart.

Thawing Seattle’s Freeze: Revolutionary Poetry

June 7, 2011

I am thawing out/
The Seattle Freeze*, myself,/
one smile at a time.

(*Also known as the Seattle Chill)

Keeping My Goal: Revolutionary Blogging Poem

June 5, 2011

Hands chilled,
I wait for the sun
to drift past
boats,
ducks,
docks,
riprap rocks,
to warm my keyboard.

As dawn comes
to a near-silent lake
(the 6:01 a.m. to Dallas flys overhead
and the first waterskiers jet out
to meet the waking,
wakeless lake),
I look at site stats.

No one viewed me today.
(She had a busy night.)
I catch up
on poetry written
but not blogged.
Yesterday’s busy sunshine
grew weeds,
lawn,
strawberry plants,
tomatoes to plant,
roses to water,
rhubarb to harvest,
and one,
lone
poem,
published a minute before
midnight.

My one-a-day
goal
remains intact,
not on purpose,
but just
in fact.

My hands remain numb
as I wait for the sun
to come.

Learning To Chill: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

March 3, 2011

Time and time again/
I got told to chill. So I /
did, and caught a cold.

I, Chilled, Snuggle: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

February 28, 2011

I, chilled, snuggle with/
a cold lavender pillow./
I wish it was you.

Chill or Thrill: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

February 26, 2011

Would it still chill thee/
to hear me say that you thrill/
me in many ways?

Taking a Chill Pill: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry

April 28, 2010

Chill is a strange pill/
some can’t completely swallow./
Muse calls: we follow!