Avoiding Death: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I keep dreaming of/
me crashing and dying while/
I’m texting. I’ll stop.

Lake Michigan Approach: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

We fly over waves/
that have rocked me to sleep. I’d/
be good dying here.

Common Death: Revolutionary Email Rhyming Haiku

We’re old. Death of friends/
and family seems to be a/
common malady.

She Asked: “Does Dying Hurt?” Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Of course dying hurts./
The hearts of those who love you/
*are ripping apart.
OR
*are in agony.

Pissed Purple Helpless: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

I wear purple ‘cuz/
I’m pissed and helpless and there’s/
nothing I can do.

OR

I wear purple ‘cuz/
I’m pissed, helpless and can’t pay/
for her burial.

Quitting Scares Me: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Whether it’s dying/
or dating, I don’t like it/
when people just quit.

Focusing On Things Dying: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

My relationships/
are dying, but so is my /
Mom. I must focus.

Learning How She Once Felt: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

My daughter’s crying./
You don’t care. My mother is/
dying. You don’t care.

A Death Of Dying: Revolutionary Email Improv Sonnet

You reach, at times,
a death of dying.
When, despite all your rhymes,
you don’t feel like trying.

You make the choice,
and just move on.
You at last give voice
to your independence song.

The pain and hurt
you’ve felt in the past
simply grow inert.
They no longer last.

And as you live without any more crying,
you carry on as your tears are drying.

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My Daughter’s Daring Gift: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

My darling, dying daughter is daring.
Willing to explore her feelings,
able to express her caring
through the pain and suffering she’s revealing.

Though she fears loathing and ridicule,
she loves unseen others more.
By exposing her personal fire’s fuel,
she’s guiding sufferers to a hopeful shore.

Today someone who she’s never met
was lead to read her writings.
As my daughter exposed experiences we’d rather forget
she gave another hope to keep on fighting.

Sometimes a greater love for another just means
we don’t have to die; we just have to be seen.

Written after my daughter wrote in her blog Milla the Night Baker
and someone responded at 5:06 a.m. on October 8th, 2012 saying how her writing was helping.