My Lakeshore Lullabye: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Gentle waves lapping,/
murmuring against the shore,/
sing a lullabye.

Different Islands, Same Homelands: Revolutionary Email Poem

You have honored me
with your poetry
Island Girl.

Though I have never been,
I long, now, to return again
with you.

The islands of my soul
Are in the land of midnight Sol,
like yours, “sen”.

Dansk, or Norsk,
or tropical, we were forced
back to the desert.

So when the waves lap on distant shores,
and you hear my voice in it, and I yours,
maybe we can go, together,

And discover the islands
and the true homelands
of our soul and heart.

Just you and me,
Island Girl.

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Leaning back in an office chair: An Emailed Sonnet

Leaning back in his office chair/
he stared,/
out the window, blankly,/
at the empty blue sky there./

Turning his face back/
to his blue screen, where the lack/
of one response/
caused his jaw to slack./

He looked at his lap./
“Crap.”/
Pursed his lips./
Sighed. Visualized where she sat./

Then he realized, if she was any good,/
She’d read and respond as soon as she could.