Posts Tagged ‘die’

Cold May Day: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Lament Poem

May 1, 2017

May Day
always
was,
in every way,
bright and cheerful and
colored with blossoms
from our yard.

Roses.
Lilacs.
Dogwoods.
Camellias
Kornblumen.
Straw Flowers.
Daisies.
Periwinkle.
Rosemary.
Lavender.
Camomille.
Sage.
Mint.
Grape Hyacinths.
Sometimes even late tulips
and plum blossoms.

Full bouquets,
ding-dong-ditched
on doorsteps
for the neighborhood,
for children’s teachers
— piano, dance, acting, spiritual
and intellectual —
and scholastic staff.

Surprises
for them
and us.
Messages
of love
and remembrance
and appreciation.

But children grow up
and teachers grow old
and people move away
and on,
and invitations
for the next generation
are forgotten,
and friendships
are dissolved
or wither
and die
from lack of care
or abuse.

This year,
our last here,
blossoms are few.
There is a cold,
constant rain,
and even if there were flowers,
there would be few to
grant bouquets to.

Sorrow permeates
this day,
our last May Day
here in this
botanical wonderland,
where everything grows
and blooms
and thrives
except cacti
and prickly pear.
Ironic that,
as our time here
dies,
Spring is so slow
to arrive.

I would take a photo
of the late dogwood blossoms
and the just-emerging,
faintly-scented lilacs,
but my battery
just died.

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After All Preparedness: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 28, 2015

If your mother hides/
your emergency gear in/
deep storage, you’ll die.

An Okay Horrible Death: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

March 15, 2015

Even if you die/
a horrible death, have you/
lived so you’re okay?

The Best Valentine: Romantic IMprov Haiku

February 9, 2015

Flowers wilt and die./
Chocolate turns to *crud. Poem words/
immortalize you.

*Originally “crap”

A Deeper Meaning: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 22, 2014

When I die, I’ll be/
proud to have “Do you like my/
Hat?” on my coffin.

Ancient Habits Die Hard: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 19, 2014

touch the feet on an ancient engraving-- New York Metropolitan Museum of ArtOf all possible/
ancient artifacts, I chose/
to give a foot rub.

When My Muse Dies: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

September 1, 2013

Miss(ed) Muse: How does it/
feel to know you (Di)ed and left,/
Leaving me alone?

Die Carpe: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 27, 2013

When Joie de Vivre dies,/
when there’s nothing more to seize,/
I’ll do what’s needed

Giving Up Something Bad For Us Can Be Hard: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

November 27, 2012

My daughter calls her eating disorder “Frank”. See her blog here at www.millathenightbaker.com

I at last get how/
hard it is for my daughter/
to let her “Frank” die.

A Voiding Pain: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

November 27, 2012

I’ll sigh, and then I’ll/
cry. Deep inside I’ll die, with/
no real reason why.