Posts Tagged ‘memorial’

Things Fit As They Should: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

September 22, 2015

stacked rocks by a stream memoryIn her memory/
I stacked rocks by a stream and/
washed my face. Fitting.

Don’t Let Me Forget: Revolutionary ImproVerse IMbic Poem

September 11, 2012


Flags in my neighborhood/
make me ask why./
Then I remember/
a long-ago September:/
Death from the sky/
and I cry.

Best 9/11 Memorial: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

September 12, 2011

Teach children about 9 - 11 -- Thousands of flags in memorial at the Healing Field, Sandy, Utah
The best way for us/
to memorialize is/
to do what we love.

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I know it’s a week after 9-11, but … I wrote this poem the day after 9-11-2011, inspired by friends who told me they were out on their boat relaxing.
On that “9-11 Memorial Day” 2011, I:
*Visited the Golden Spike Historical Monument AND the Spiral Jetty (something I’ve always wanted to do)
*Jumped in a golden field under a dark blue and puffy white cloud sky (something unexpected)
*Drank a fresh peach shake in Brigham City, Utah.
*Visited a field of flags and a new firemen statue in Sandy, Utah

I wondered what YOU did to “do what you love” on 9-11 — to memorialize those victims — and our first responders and military — by pursuing our freedoms? You can comment here.

Ghosts at a Utah 9-11 Memorial: Revolutionary Email Poetry

September 11, 2011


I did not see them
When I shot the video
Of thousands of flags
In a Utah field,
Each representing
a lost 9/11 victim.

But when I was editing,
They were there.
Ghosts.
Shadows dancing in and out
Of the flags.

Wives.
Fathers.
Sons.
Daughters.
Husbands.
Mothers.
First responders.

People.
Laughing.
Crying.
Holding.
Walking.
Talking.

Those who were remembering
Became they who must
Be remembered.

We must be ghosts
To each other,
To haunt ourselves
Into remembering,
so we never forget.

Refridgerator Memorial: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

October 8, 2010

Unknown man wants to/
be memorialized on/
the fridge I’ll lean on.

Wisdom Learned From Old Youth: ConTEXTing Memoriam Haiku and Poetry

July 18, 2010

My 2nd cousin, Glenna Evans, passed away last week in a longboarding accident. At the time, I commented to her sister that, in the two times I’d met her and the times I’d talked and emailed with her, she always reminded me of the phrase “Go big or go home”, and that she went “home” going big.
Skateboards and empty helmet at Glenna Evans Memorial, Trout Lake, Vancouver, BC, July 2010On the way up to the celebration of her life (where these photos are from), and afterwards, I composed these haiku and text message poems on my phone. R.I.P., Glenna.

7/18/2010 6:44 a.m. — leaving Seattle for Vancouver
I met U just twice./
1st: Cheerful barista./
Last: inked artista./
1st buying me a cup./
Last offering up/
yer artistry./
I met U just twice./
Suffice?/
Yea. But it sux./
U Rawked.
(Original: “I met U just twice./
Alas! That must suffice!)

7:02 a.m. Haiku after picking a rosebud (given to Reegan, Glenna’s sister, at the memorial at Trout Lake)- on I-5 to Vancouver’s Trout Lake
Newly budded rose,/
not yet in full fragranced bloom./
You were plucked too soon.Group gathering at Glenna Evans Memorial, Trout Lake / Vancouver, BC

12:11 p.m. Haiku during and after Glenna’s memorial celebration at Trout Lake, Vancouver, BC
In sorrow we, here,/
come together and learn how/
she lived happiness