Posts Tagged ‘conversation’

Texting Goodbye Doesn’t Fit: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

May 16, 2016

After all the deep/
conversations they’d had, she/
just wrote him: “Goodbye.”

Who Are You And Where And Why? Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Poetry

September 17, 2015

You view me
from Romania
and Australia
and Algeria
and India
and South Africa
and Russia
and throughout
North and South
and sometimes,
the islands,
and Barcelona
and ahhhh,
I don’t know who
or why
my work,
or what search
brought you over the see
to see
and my poetry.

Can’t you just
check in?
Say a few words
about the words
I’ve written?
why we crossed paths?
So I don’t have to wonder
what wander
brought you
to connect
with me
one way only?

Take a chance!
Connect! Trust!
(Unless you’re from France.
Then we’ll speak of Jerry Lewis.)


Ending Conversations: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

November 24, 2013

I ask a question./
No one answers it. That ends/
the conversation.

Congealing Truths: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 22, 2013

I like when we talk/
because our discussions help/
congeal truthful thoughts*.

*thoughts of truth

Lone Discussion: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 7, 2013

When there’s a lot to/
discuss, but no one to speak/
with, thoughts get lonely.

Restaurant Puke Talk: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 1, 2013

Why do people in/
restaurants think it’s okay to/
talk about puking?

How Real People Talk: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

November 28, 2012

A TV/radio personality friend of mine and I were IM’ing, and she said “I know I’m being cryptic. I just don’t know what to say anymore.” I realized that she was so used to having a script, that it was hard for her to just … talk. That generated this:

Real people will have/
conversations based on NOT/
knowing what to say.

F Bomb Dropping: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

October 25, 2012

She dropped the “F bomb”/
on me in our first evening /
and I didn’t mind.

Large Small Talk: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

September 13, 2012

She said she didn’t/
like small talk so I tried to/
give her larger talk.

His Best Refuge When She Didn’t Care: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetic Lament

August 15, 2012

He’d never understood
Why she
Knowing him,
Liking him,
Desiring him,
Would dangle him,
taunt him,
Tempt him,
And leave him,
Day after day,
Hour by hour
Wanting more.

One word
No insight.
No sharing.
No understanding.

He knew she
Was often
In pain.

He’d seen her through
Those body-wracking torments,
As well as emotional
And discomforts.

Yet when his heart ached
And his soul cried
And his heart yearned,
his only refuge
Seemed to be
As it always was:
In silent,
With the Infinite
For forever.