Posts Tagged ‘Evening’

Sad And Lonely Spring Evening: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

March 28, 2013

It’s such a sad and/
lonely evening, even the/
full moon is hiding.
hides his face.

Perfect Sunset Ruined: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

November 15, 2012

It was a perfect sunset until the sliver moon appearedIt was a perfect/
sunset evening until I/
saw the sliver moon.


A London Ramadan Evening: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

August 4, 2012

Sitting near pipes of/
hookah, I order faroush /
outside in London.
On a Ramadan /
evening, I order faroush /
outside in London.

Albion Alpine Autumn: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

October 3, 2011

Fall wildflower glow in the sunset at Alta, Utah's Albion basinLike a woman reading
In her soft, quilted bed,
With warm, golden lamp light
Glowing ’round her head,

So do fall’s fading flowers
Of Albion’s alpine meadows shine
As they show off late beauty
At sunset, one last time.

For soon a warm blanket,
Soft, deep and white,
Will form a safe coverlet
And protect them both at night.

Then, the brightness of morning and spring
Will amaze the eyes with the beauty waking brings.

No Full Moon Distraction: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

July 22, 2011

No Full Moon Distraction
There was no full moon/
to distract her this evening./
She went with the night.

She went into dark.

Hot Tub Invite: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

January 5, 2011

Care to sit/
in a hot tub with me/
this evening, late,/
about eight/

Another Promise Flares Out: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

July 9, 2010

Like shooting stars, her/
evening promises streak thru/
the night, then vanish.

Touching Evening Wish: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

June 18, 2010

I would this ev’en,/
even though we are so far/
apart, we could touch.

An Evening Sonnet to One Overwhelmed: A Revolutionary Email Sonnet

March 25, 2010

I need to confess:/
Today was strange for me. /
You inspired, I guess,/
substantial creativity./

More than I usually get,/
at least in Proseaic form./
You gave verbal fodder to vett –/
much more than the norm./

And when that Muse strikes me/
so strongly it can’t be ignored,/
I must obey, wrong or rightly,/
and write down every word./

But be at peace and know you, though confused and bemused,/
are not the object of the story (sorry!), but only the Muse.