She wooed me last week./
I just heard an old message./
How unfortunate.
Posts Tagged ‘improv blogging poem’
Solo Kayak Trip: Revolutionary Improv Blogging Poem
May 9, 2011She left after my invitational request.
I, not knowing she would go
alone,
showered,
watched TV,
drank orange juice
fixed a dock,
pinched my finger,
repaired a computer.
She had
the better sunset.
Maybe the planets will
align for us
tomorrow morning.
A Man’s Hot Flash: Revolutionary Blogging Poem
April 18, 2011Late night.
Cool desert breeze
flows
through basement
windows.
Sweat drips
down my face
as I sit
and write,
solo,
into the night.
Thought I’m grateful
for inspiration’s
lightening bolts,
I thought only
menopausal women
got
hot
flashes.
Get Used To It: Romantic Blogging Poetry
April 2, 2011It’s been a long time
since
you winced
but said yes
to going out.
I doubt
you’re used to
being picked up,
being asked what you thought,
being walked home when the evening’s through.
It might seem like forever since
you were asked to dance;
were romanced;
felt the bliss
of a first kiss;
just took a walk
to find time to talk;
had someone say
“You look pretty today.”
You’re not used to
being cooked for;
thinking “Bitte, more”;
having your door opened for you;
having your heart opened for you.
If you understood
how incredibly good
it is, I’ll bet
you could
get used to it.
You should.
To a Friend Closet Cleaning, Springing, Soaring: Revolutionary Blogging Improv Poem
October 11, 2010The closets we hold/
closed/
with our memories/
and regrets/
and pain/
and anger/
and ‘what if’s’/
and “I should have’s”/
choke us,/
like an albatross/
around our neck,/
like a millstone tied,/
weighing us down,/
like a bad meal/
returning again/
and again/
and again;/
sour burning/
into our throat./
And when we dare/
swallow deeply,/
gulp,/
and open/
the closet,/
face our fears,/
disgard the distrust,/
harness our hurts,/
tame our trash,/
and purge our past,/
it’s not just spring/
cleaning./
It’s our spring/
board./
We jump./
We leap./
We soar.
