Posts Tagged ‘Dad’

Alpine Lake List: Solitude Isn’t So Solitary — Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

May 30, 2014

Solitude moose calf, May, 2014I took a flat,
0.8 mile
saunter,
a not bored walk
on a boardwalk
around Silver Lake.

By the time I’d finished
I’d seen:
A moose cow and her calf;
Two squirrels;
New pussy willows;
One fish carcass;
Haze from a green wood campfire;
Two doe mule deer;Silver Lake Mountain Reflection with Bride
A reflecting lake;
A distant bridal photo shoot;
A towhee;
Two killdeer in flight;
Two beaver (one slap happy);Beaver at Silver Lake
Three mallards in flight;
An aspen freshly felled by the beavers;
One hen mallard on her nest;
Three ducklings under her wing;
A patch of yellow columbines;Yellow Columbines in an aspen grove
Sunset on mountain peaks;
Glowing new green on an aspen grove;
A rushing, raging, roaring mountain stream;
A new place to enjoy.

I failed to thank my tour guide,
a Dad who taught me to look,
and God.

I Love You As My _____, But I Don’t Like You: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

March 6, 2014

Once again, someone/
I love says they don’t like who/
I am. How’ll I quit?

Fatherly Love Lacking: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

February 8, 2014

At some point a few/
dads learn that fatherly love/
just isn’t enough.

Dad Wears Purple, Day 2 – GO SEAHAWKS! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 2, 2014

Wearing Seahawks PURPLE for My Girl! Go Hawks!I wear purple for/
my girl and every other/
daughter I see sad.

Dad Wears Purple Against Eating Disorders: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

February 1, 2014

Dad wears a new purple shirt for eating disorder awareness month I wear new purple/
because I love my girl who/
does not love herself.

Wild Grape Memories: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 28, 2013

Lake Winneconne wild grapesDad told me to grab/
the small wild grapes. With them I/
awaken mem’ries.

Tales Of Rescue (‘Cuz That’s What Dad’s Do) : Revolutionary ImproVerse Poem

July 5, 2013

O'Day sailing on Lake Winneconne before being demasted, July 4th, 2013My sister told the tale/
of being under sail/
years before.

She capsized,/
but she knew,/
and was not surprised/
with how quickly from the shore/
our Father flew/
to her rescue.

While I was glad/
that she was loved by our Dad,/
I knew/
Between him and me/
there would never be/
such sharing/
or attentive caring.

Yesterday, decades hence,/
my cousin and I went/
on a day sail,
and our mast ripped apart and failed.

So, we drifted, demasted,
but my anxiousness only lasted/
a moment or two/
before I knew/
that once more/
my Dad had watched from shore/
and quickly, in his boat without crew,
was coming to his child’s rescue.

Because that’s what Dads do.

More Heartache: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

May 20, 2013

Just when you think you/
can’t get any more heartache,/
you learn that you can.

Chewing Ice Memories: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 6, 2013

My dad chews ice and/
reminds me of you, as does/
nearly everything.

Stay-at-home dad

March 15, 2013

Taking vacations/
to visit friends* is dumb if/
no one wants you there.

*kids