Feeling Again Through Frozen Feet — I’s Just Gotsta #2: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

The pain
pulses
through my peds.

I can’t remember
why I stepped/
onto the ice
and snow,
then
into the gently flowing
melted
river.

Was it to prove
that I could do it?
Was it a memory
of polar bear dips past?
Was it a beach,
and I’s just gotsta?

Or was it just/
to experience the shock
of being able/
to feel
again?

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No Identity Crisis: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I won’t need the marks/
to know who He is. I will/
feel His perfect love.

Foot Tight: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Do you still dance? Or/
have you locked up your heart and/
feet and mind and soul?

Shoes Backlash: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick

I sole-fully complemented your shoes.
You woefully have me singing the blues!
I thought they were Candies,
‘cuz your feet looked so dandy!
I learned that’s not what hot women use!

Classical Feet Tapping: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

You want to find a /
girl who will tap her feet to /
classical music.

No Beach Toes Photos: Romantic Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament

She’s not into you./
You know when she trips, yet sends/
no beach toes photos.

Where Her Feet Are: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

She likes her feet by/
her ears. That’s not far to pull/
them out of her mouth.

TV Personality Bare Skin Footage: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

She’s my shy TV/
personality who just/
sends bare skin footage.

*No model release was obtained for this photo. However, because these feet are not readily identifiable, and because the photo was sent of the TV personality’s own free will and choice, the poet, WordPress, and all other entitites are released from any contractual obligations.
Should, however, the TV personality request removal of the accompanying photo due to her extrordinary shyness, the footage will be removed.

The Reason For Red Pillows During Improv Street Poetry: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

During Vashon’s First Friday Art Walk, it’s not uncommon to see street musicians and artists on the city streets, busking for money from passers-by. Vashon Island has a unique, creative character (including bumperstickers that read: “Keep Vashon Poetic” and “Keep Vashon Weird”).
During the August, 2010 First Friday Art Walk, I decided Vashon would be a great place to try “improv street performance poetry”, so, tip hat, red pillow, and signs in hand, I set up on a street corner and proceeded to spend two hours busking … doing street poetry. Usually the poems started with “Because this is Vashon/I can stand on the street/and invent funny rhymes/about the people I meet.” And then I’d go on to comment about the day, what they were doing, how they were dressed, etc.
The best responses came from families with children — they seemed to laugh the loudest when my Dr. Seussian poetry “hit home”.
And someone asked me about why I stood on a red pillow. There was no reason, really, (other than to say “Here is where the poet stands”), so I thought I’d make one up!

Red pillows/
protect feet/
when improv words flow/
from my mouth/
2 the street./
Unlike rhymes from fingertips,/
noise of lips/
can thud.

Absorbed Feet Arches: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

The arches of our feet/
skim gently across themselves./
We’re fully absorbed