Posts Tagged ‘clean’

Cleaning Out Junk: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

January 18, 2012

The space vacated/

when I clean my life of junk/

leaves room for wonder.

Cleaning My Car Brunch: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

July 6, 2011

Cleaning out my car./
Brunch: Melted chocolate wrapped in/
a stale hot dog bun.

Kitchen Cheesed Off: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Rant

June 22, 2011

In being told to /
clean up the cheesed kitchen, I/
am, myself, cheesed off.

To a Friend Closet Cleaning, Springing, Soaring: Revolutionary Blogging Improv Poem

October 11, 2010

The closets we hold/
with our memories/
and regrets/
and pain/
and anger/
and ‘what if’s’/
and “I should have’s”/

choke us,/
like an albatross/
around our neck,/
like a millstone tied,/
weighing us down,/
like a bad meal/
returning again/
and again/
and again;/
sour burning/
into our throat./

And when we dare/
swallow deeply,/
and open/
the closet,/
face our fears,/
disgard the distrust,/
harness our hurts,/
tame our trash,/
and purge our past,/
it’s not just spring/
It’s our spring/
We jump./
We leap./
We soar.

Cleaning My Pigsty: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

October 10, 2010

I keep calling U./
Ever wonder why?/
I’m trying 2 tell U/
I cleaned my pigsty,/
and Y,/
and how U/
were an inspiration/
and helped me do/
what I should have long ago done.

Shedding A Stinky Parka: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

August 4, 2010

I wore my old stinky parka
because I was afraid of freezing.
Then, one day, I felt the warmth
of the sun on my face.

So I unzipped it,
pulled it off,
threw it away,
and stood there in my swim trunks and t-shirt.

And the sun was warm,
and the air was calm,
and though the lake still had ice,
the geese were flying north.

I jumped in
over my head,
and washed myself
in the frigid water.

And when I climbed out over the
slippery, ice-covered rocks,
I was clean, and refreshed,
and alive, and warm.

I left my stinky parka by the shore
and walked away.
The stink wasn’t on me.
It was something I carried.