Posts Tagged ‘home’

Addendum: Just In Time — Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 4, 2016

Purple martin house at sunset, Lake Winneconne, WisconsinMy dad gave me a/
joyful high-five today:The/
martins’ scout found home.

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They Always Return To A Clean Home: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Poem

April 3, 2016

putting up a martin house in Lake Winneconne, April 2016I listened to a Prophet’s voice
on the Sabbath,
then stood on a ladder/
in a frigid Wisconsin lake
to put up a clean bird house,
as directed by my father.

For us both,
holy, cleansing events
have happened
in that same water,
and purple martins
fly in
from Brazil
on the south wind.

Purple martin house at sunset, Lake Winneconne, WisconsinAddendum: Just In Time — April 4, 19:23 p.m.
My dad gave me a/
joyful high-five today:The/
martins’ scout found home.

Geese Call Me Home: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

September 26, 2013

Wild geese fly over/
my mid-mountain lake, calling/
me back to my home.
OR
calling /
back my memories.

Home Is … : Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

February 25, 2013

It’s hard to hear the/
home you hoped would be filled with/
love is a hellhole.

Butterfly Bush Memories: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

August 3, 2012

Thousands of miles from/
home, butterfly bushes take /
me back from London.

Sometimes Demonized Coaches Need Angelic Coaching: A Revolutionary IMprov Poem

July 27, 2009

She sits alone.
Stares at the phone:
New, unbidden demons
unleashed in her home.

A couple of calls!
That’s all
it took.
And her world was shook.

Then,
through another medium,
she hears new, angelic voices,
again:

“You’ve opened my sight!”
“You’re changing my me.”
“You were right!”
“Thanks to you, I see
freely!”

And the demons fade,
and aren’t even as much,
as drying dew in the glade,
due to the lives she’s touched.

At Never-Never Land, U R not home: an old Romantic IMbic poem

February 13, 2009

I went to Never-Never Land
but didnt find you there!
I knew that, if I had,
I’d simply stand, stare,
and think how lovely you are!

But, alas!
I must have turned too far
wrong;
gone past
the star
that is home.