Posts Tagged ‘hair’

No Horse In The Desert, She: Romantic IMprov Free Verse Poem

July 18, 2015

In a desert,
some guy —
I don’t remember his name —
was singing
about a horse
in a desert.

We danced in the desert,
but no equine, she.
So I watched
and saw
what she
and others
could not:

Her luscious pink lips,
parted slightly in a smile,
the gentle curve of her body
as it swayed to and fro
to the music
while her hair,
waved back and forth
as though a blonde mane
caught in a mid-summer’s desert
not sirocco
evening breeze.

The sparkle and laughter of her eyes
as they caught
and reflected
and augmented
the spotlights.

The brilliance of her smile
as she laughed with youthful glee,
recalling perhaps
those teenage years
when she first danced
in mid-America
to that song.


Her Hair, My Heart: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

September 29, 2014

She quickly departed/
to dry her hair./
The thoughts she started/
were just dropped there.

With her cool ridge muse
of dream opiate,
she left me confused,
yet not able to forget.

Her thoughts brushed free visions/
and imaginationings;/
combed life revisions/
and hope awakenings.

Like golden braids without an end or a start,
she’s woven inspired thoughts through my mind and heart.

Haircuts Versus Eye Surgery: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 26, 2014

The hair will grow back./
The eyeglasses won’t. In life,/
we have to take risks.
The eyeglasses won’t. The risks/
We take can vary.

Fool By The School Pool ViaDuck: Revolutionary Improv Limerick

March 12, 2014

See the duck within the pool!/
See the students walking home from school!/
See the blonde taking pictures there!/
See the moonlight shimmering in her hair!/
See the man who stands a fool.

Recalling Her Thoughtful Night Gaze: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

September 24, 2013

A thoughtful night gaze that I rememberFacebook phone showed just/
her hair, face, neck: Enough to/
recall her night* gaze.



Messed Up Hair Cause: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 6, 2013

Before you gripe/
that my hair’s messed up, you should/
ride in my ragtop.

Guarded By Forcefields: Romantic IMprov Haiku

June 7, 2011

She, shimmering, stands.
Magnifying her hair’s shine,
the forcefield guards her.

Broken Hearted Lucky Man: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 13, 2011

My friend’s granddaughter’s /
hair grows back as my heart breaks./
I am the lucky one.

Don’t Cut Your Hair: Romantic Email Haiku

March 16, 2011

You should leave your hair /
until I am there and can/
run fingers through it.

Golden Haired Sunset: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

March 13, 2011

As I watched a gold/
sunset from the plane, I gazed/
at your gold photo.