How Her Glorious Dust Covers Us: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse

The fabulous
quality
about the wonderful
and graceful
and grace-filled
and colorful
and shimmering
and shining
pixie-dust wonderment
she trails,
like clouds of glory,
in her wake,
is that the particles
dance
and touch
and coat
and smudge
and color
and touch
and lift,
like the rose blossom’s pollen
and sweet scent
everyone else
who knows her.

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And Now, Apple, What? Romantic Email Free Verse Poem

Now, I’ve returned.
Now, we’ve again met.
It was nice seeing
her again.
Now what?

My enthusiasm is not
rampant.
My desire is not
intense,
unlike the past.

But I’m not ambiguous, either.

I’m calm,
waiting,
like sap within
an old apple tree’s roots
after a long winter.

It waits to be warmed
by spring sun’s rays.
To rise up
and flow out
and push the buds
into blossoms
that explode
inscentandcolorandbeauty
and eventually
bear sweet fruit.

Outside, pink-red
like her lips and skin.
Inside, light gold
like her hair,
moist like the sap
that is starting, now, to move.

With stem to twist
and ask,
at harvest,
“Now what?”

Pick, and taste,
and savor the sweetness
and nourishment
.
Or ignore
until the fruit
grows past
what it could have been
and falls,
unnoticed,
to the ground,
where it bruises,
and turns brown
and sour
and rots.

Valentine Diversity Flowers: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Bouquet of colorful flowers for my daughter, Valentine’s Day

The colors of her/
Valentine flowers reflects /
her diversity/