Posts Tagged ‘IMprov sonnet’

A Death Of Dying: Revolutionary Email Improv Sonnet

December 18, 2012

You reach, at times,
a death of dying.
When, despite all your rhymes,
you don’t feel like trying.

You make the choice,
and just move on.
You at last give voice
to your independence song.

The pain and hurt
you’ve felt in the past
simply grow inert.
They no longer last.

And as you live without any more crying,
you carry on as your tears are drying.

A Painful Birthday Poem For My Daughter: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet Lament

October 25, 2012

I stuck out my foot and broke her arm.
I laughed ’til she cut her face.
I watched her play ’til a shoulder
blew harshly out of its place.

I held her, gently, down
as needles tapped her spine.
She looked at me, surprised,
and winced but didn’t whine.

I sat there and listened
as she poured out what was inside.
It was my shoulder she reached for
when she broke down and cried.

But none of those childhood pains can even start
To compare to the trust lost when I broke her tender heart.

A Birthday Sonnet For My Daughter

October 25, 2012

You, daughter, and I are apart
By physical distance.
By directions of the heart.
By life’s circumstance.

By twists and turns
Caused by poor choices made;
By hard lessons not learned;
By words said and unsaid.

Yet in my heart, mind and soul,
You dwell with me.
Everywhere I go,
You’re with me constantly.

No matter how far apart we may roam
In my heart you’ll always have a home.

My Daughter’s Daring Gift: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

October 8, 2012

My darling, dying daughter is daring.
Willing to explore her feelings,
able to express her caring
through the pain and suffering she’s revealing.

Though she fears loathing and ridicule,
she loves unseen others more.
By exposing her personal fire’s fuel,
she’s guiding sufferers to a hopeful shore.

Today someone who she’s never met
was lead to read her writings.
As my daughter exposed experiences we’d rather forget
she gave another hope to keep on fighting.

Sometimes a greater love for another just means
we don’t have to die; we just have to be seen.

Written after my daughter wrote in her blog Milla the Night Baker
and someone responded at 5:06 a.m. on October 8th, 2012 saying how her writing was helping.

Who I Write About: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

September 12, 2012

Who do I write about?
You know they’re about you.
You may outwardly doubt
but gaze my verse through.

You may argue
and not believe what I say.
I know that you
can’t watch yourself play.

You may deride
and hold my words in derision
and may cast them aside
because you don’t see my vision.

You may not see you that way, but I do.
No matter what you say, my vision is true.

What Is Life’s Destination: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

September 4, 2012

It doesn’t matter where the trail goes,
the kind of views we see.
Travel’s about life’s ebb and flow;
the connection of you and me.

The activities we could daily face
would pale in significance,
and become secondary in their place
to what we do in our own love’s dance.

Others may travel far and wide
to create their new experience.
But we, firmly at each other’s side,
daily grab and relish that chance.

For our souls have learned that these facts are true:
I’m your touchstone, and my destination is you.

Watching, Helpless, My Daughter Die: Revolutionary Improv Sonnet Lament

September 3, 2012

I’m watching my daughter die.
She’s starving her body to death.
Why can’t I even cry?
Why can’t I barely draw a breath?

What brought her to this bleak abyss?
Does it really matter?
All I know is that she’d be missed;
My world would be much sadder.

So I’m putting aside my selfish ways,
my lack of focus and my pride.
I will spend my talents and days
in efforts to fix her dying insides.

Was I responsible for her ills? I now don’t care.
But I know I’ll be at fault if I just leave them there.

Expectations Cause Damoclesian Worry: Romantic ConTEXTing Sonnet

August 20, 2012

Expectations of emails, phone calls and texts
hang over our heads, heavy;
They worry and vex
like the sword of Damocles.

But these things should never be.
there should be no guilt nor frustration.
It’s all created from false worry,
and from unreasonable demands for validation.

So we must remove ourselves from that throne
and let be cut that single horsehair.
For even though we’re not alone,
no one needs to be seated there.

And those who such verbal oblations and veneration demanded
should be chastised, corrected and repremanded.

Why Noise It Out? Romantic Blogging Sonnet

August 19, 2012

You need me to tell you
secrets of my soul
so the world can view
my patterns and where I go.

Evidences on-line
of you with me.
Verbage sublime
of how we can be.

But these are not sounds
that should be shouted loud.
These are hidden feelings profound;
quiet moments of which I’m proud.

If one has to ask, beg, plead or request,
then they’ll never gain the truth that’s best.

Too Late WIth Praise: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Sonnet Lament

August 19, 2012

For fourty years I’ve held,
deep in my soul,
Gratitude I’ve long felt.
Respect I’ll always hold.

For a mentor, example, guide;
For one who’d taught by what he did.
For a man who showed what he felt inside
To a naive, unlearned, undisciplined kid.

I longed to find him and reveal
Thanks for lessons I’d learned while young.
But my thoughts were by time and distance concealed.
Procrastination and fear bound my tongue.

Yesterday, at last, I expressed grateful thoughts to his son.
But now i sorrow that I waited so long. He is gone.