Natural Grey Shades: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I’ve concluded that,/
in Nature, there are far more/
than 50 grey shades.

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Unseen Sunsets Are Still There: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

The first thunderstorm
has passed.
The next one,
slated for post-dusk,
is gathering.

In the peaceful
interlude
I sit on the dock,
overlook the lake,
and snap yet another
Wisconsin lake
sunset photograph.

This one, though,
is dark.
Grey-blue.
Little light.
Post-storm.
Eerie,
and yet ….

I send the grainy snapshot
to those who have appreciated
past captured sunsets.
Used to
bright,
vibrant,
orange-yellow-red-blue-teal-cottonwhite-peach-salmon-rose-rust
color-streaked skies
and clouds swirled together
like neopolitan ice cream
or saltwater taffy,
most see
nothing.
Just a black rectangle
with a glimmer of blue.
“Where is what?!?” they ask.
“I don’t see it!” they say.

Though different,
cold,
grey,
this, too,
captures and feels/
the way a sunset should:/
Peaceful.
Calm.
Contemplative.
Restful.
Respectful.
Introspective,
capturing the day’s
gentle,
soft mood,
with just enough light
to let hope
rush through the night
toward a new day.

Two Foggy Morning On County Trunk G Haiku: Revolutionary ImproVerse / ConTEXTing Haiku

These 2 poems were as the result of this view at about 7:20 a.m.

7:23 a.m.
Even foggy and/
frosty mornings have Beauty/
if you accept it.

10:08 a.m.
No matter how grey/
and foggy our path may be,/
the Son will shine through.

I Will Dance With You: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poem

When we’re old and gray,/
I will dance with you. /
Until the end of life’s day,/
I will dance with you./
When you feel like we’ve lost our way,/
I will dance with you./
When there’s nothing left to say,/
I will dance with you./
When you just want to sway,/
I will dance with you.

I will dance with you/
Like we did today./
And you will laugh,/
Still,/
Again,/
And thrill,
Again,/
As I dance with you.

Hold My Hand: Romantic Rhyming ImproVerse Haiku

When I am grey and/
old perhaps I, too, will have/
a sweet hand to hold.

Splitting The Grey: Romantic Email Poem

In the valley

this morning,

alone,

all I could see

were grey overcast clouds.

Like mush,

they squatted

and settled,

heavy and low,

on the mountains

shutting out all light,

enveloping in gloom.

Suddenly,

over a canyon,

a cloud break appeared,

splitting the blanket,

enlightening the entire

depression-bound valley

with a blaze of golden light.

It was

not blinding,

but illuminating

and uplifting

and exciting

and invigorating.

Like the grass you walked through;

like your shimmering lake-side hair;

like your late-summer skin;

like your I-see-you! smile;

like the way you make me feel

even

when you think you don’t.

Utah Drivers Save Energy: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

Dear Utah Drivers:
The sunrise is grey.
The sunset is grey.
The clouds are grey.
The sky is grey.
The sidewalks are grey.
The streets are grey.
The melting snow is grey.
The landscape is grey.
The rain is grey.
The sound barriers are grey.
Your dirty car is grey.
Your clean car is silver/grey.

You are not saving energy,
nor protecting your battery,
nor sparing electricity,
by driving with your car lights off!