Posts Tagged ‘dreaming’

What’s My Dream? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

April 11, 2018

Folks ask “What’s your dream?” /
If I don’t know, it may be/
that I’m living it.

On The Beach, In The Woods, Up A Creek: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

March 7, 2018

Some say my life was/
confusion. They never saw/
me dream, walking here.

I Could Get Used To Pillow Talk: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

November 8, 2016

She whispered to me/
so to not wake her grandchild./
I’d get used to it.

Don’t Text So Late: Romantic IMprov Haiku

May 27, 2016

When I woke her from/
her deep slumber, did I turn/
into her nightmare?

Lisa’s (The High School Cheerleader) Lesson: Romantic Free Verse Blogging Poem

May 29, 2015

She was
I recall,
one of the prettiest cheerleaders
of all.

Blonde, gold hair,
flashing blue eyes,
near perfect skin
pearly smile,
cheerleader’s body.

could only gaze
from afar,
and hold my breath,
and wish,
and dream
as she
and her friends
glided by,

But sometimes,
she’d smile at me.
and make my heart
and my stomach
for nighttime fantasies.

As prom approached,
I dreamed.
In the mid-70s,
not cool
to actually GO,
but in private,
I could still imagine.

She was always there,
cloaked in gauze
and satin.
I’d ask her.
She’d say “Yes! Of course!”
totally shocking me,
disregarding social norms,
the cheerleader
and the nerd,
revenge thereof,
(before anyone thought of the film.)

We’d go,
and my social status
and my life
would change.

Then I’d wake up.

of course,
was elected prom queen.
I gave myself
some eco-excuse:
is not
socially responsible.”

The dance,
tuxes and formals,
and I went
she’d been MY catch.
Prom Queen.

Months later,
I learned the awful,
of Senior Prom.
She’d  had no

Her father drove her
to the ballroom.
She entered to applause,
was crowned,
danced for a couple of tunes
with the butter-fly bow-tied
Prom King,
made her rounds,
shook hands,
walked out to where Daddy
was waiting,
drove home,
probably cried herself
to sleep.

I wondered
and have wondered
many times since:
What if I
would have asked?

Would she have laughed?
Would she have said “Yes!”?
Would that have changed
my life?
The snot-nosed nerd
who took the Prom Queen?
Would that have changed
her life?

I wonder.

A few years ago
I wanted to ask
a middle-aged
prom queen-type.
I balked.
I was afraid.
I remembered
a beautiful, smiling, cheerleader
with no prom date
except her daddy,

I swallowed,
and asked.
She laughed
and said “No!”
She was busy
that night.
But later?

And we did
and did,
and did.

Since then,
I’ve always asked.
There is no social status
I am not worthy of.
There is no beauty
I cannot dance with.
There is nobody
who is out of my league.

Thank you,
Lisa L.,
for the lesson.
If I ever see you
I will ask,
as I should have

Because every pretty girl
deserves to go to a ball,
and even a poor nerd
deserves happiness.


Wasted Time, Wasted Effort: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

March 20, 2015

We waste our efforts
dreaming of creating, when/
we could be doing!

Leaving Crushed Dreams Behind: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 22, 2014

She has a dream that’s/
been crushed. Maybe that wasn’t/
the dream she needed.

We all have dreams which/
get crushed. Maybe they are not/
the dreams we’re needing.

Perfect Fantasy Femme Fatale: Romantic Blogging Haiku

November 13, 2013

She stays in my mind,/
dreamy, as a wonder I,/
hopeful, imagine.

Love Dreaming: Romantic IMprov Haiku

September 8, 2013

Instead of dreaming/
of being in love, why not/
dream of just loving?