Posts Tagged ‘connected’

Roughing It: My First Overnight In The New House — Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 6, 2017

I don’t have running/
water, but with Internet,/
what more do I need?
Front porch view, Sept. 2017 sunset through shagbark hickory trees

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Connecting With My Daughter Far Away: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

May 10, 2016

Half a continent/
divided, yet by love and/
water connected.
Birds and Water Connect me with my daughter: Purple martins at Sunset, Lake Winneconne, WI, May 2016

Signal Strength: Revolutionary Blogging Poem

December 17, 2014

Seeking strength,
I went to my Temple.
Upstairs,
the signal
was never strong.
But today,
when I needed it most,
it was five bars,
loud and clear.
I sat,
by myself,
in my corridor,
(having met Santa twice already),
and connected
more than I have in awhile.
Soon,
after being surrounded
by art
(Russian Impressionism),
tuba,
Utah Lake mud tile,
and children,
I will go find milk
and a cookie.
This is worship.
This is connection.
This is receiving
the signal
at the Temple.

Enduring Our Wait: Revolutionary IMprov Poetic Lament

December 17, 2013

Late at night,
I see my green-orb’d friend.
She’s Facebook connected,
in a hospital,
waiting
for a daughter
to die.

Brain infused,
so young,
she was disconnected
this afternoon,
but still struggles through,
and makes my friend
wait
for the end.
Green glowing Facebook Instant Message orb
As I see the green orb,
“mobile”,
I recall
how I’m waiting.

My daughter,
too,
brain diffused,
rushes onward
towards death.

Her time is less certain.
The inevitability,
less set.
I have some hope.
Though not much,
“There is always hope!”

And so my friend
and I
are connected
by death,
certain and uncertain;
by prayers,
faithful
— the only life support
we can offer —
and hopeless;
by love,
our hearts given
to our children;
and by a small
green
glowing
orb.

Unless: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

August 26, 2013

Unless you’ve connected/
and are sitting side-by-side,/
silence means nothing.