Posts Tagged ‘mist’

Super Bowl Sunday Home Field Advantage: Revolutionary ImproVerse Iambic Poem

February 1, 2015

Phoenix desert cropped with palm tree _ Feb 2015The cold and rain gives way/
to early morning fog and mist./
The Arizona desert in Phoenix/
is not supposed to be like this./

I’ll always revel in something different.


Sunrise Of Possibilities: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

February 15, 2012

I face the sunrise. /

As mists float o’er hazy fields, /

dew becomes do dreams.

Seeing Mist Ending: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

December 23, 2011

When the end happens,/
like a waterfall cascade,/
the future is Mist*.

*German definition of “Mist” = “manure”

Misty-Eyed In An Alpine Meadow: Revolutionary Email Prose Memory

November 19, 2010

I recently recalled a life-changing event which happened when I first lived in Switzerland in the late 70s. As I wrote about it in an email and have thought about it since, it’s interesting to see how much it reflects my life and belief system.

I once was, with a group of friends, running down a steep mountain trail in the Alps above Luzern. It had started to mist slightly as the clouds rose up off the Vierwaldstaedtersee and slammed into the mountainside.
And then, while my friends ran onward, something caught my ears. In the distance I could hear cowbells (mind you, this was well before “More Cowbell” became popular!). They were the varied notes of dozens of Alpine cowbells, all ringing in uncomposed, yet somehow perfect, harmony, through the mist.
I stopped running, and thought to myself: “When will I ever again have this moment? When will nature and man-made music collide to play this for me?” Instead of running willy-nilly through the Alpine meadows — which, I noticed for the first time, were in early May bloom –, I strolled.
Sometimes stopped and listened and reflected and learned.
I arrived at the village nearly two hours after my hurried, running friends.
“You missed dinner!” they exclaimed.
Instead, I feasted on cheese, slice apples, and yogurt, which seemed to fit the afternoon.
I could never bear to tell them:
“You missed a world premier performance.”

Ewe R Sew EZ: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

August 19, 2010

Ewe cud bee
sew ez
2 flirt wit.
Ewe air mist.

Half Moon Bay Mist Kiss: Romantic IMprov Sonnet Lament

July 21, 2010

Who are you kissing/
in Half Moon Bay?/
Aren’t you my lips missing?/
Now that I’m far away?/

Or was it just a brief/
encounter, by chance,/
that brought us relief,/
but, alas! No romance?/

As you look out /
over your mist ocean view,/
can you ever doubt/
that I, oft, do too?/

And wonder what or whom I’m missing today/
when I’m not kissing at Half Moon Bay.

Dreaming of Listening To Frogs: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

June 13, 2010

U showed me your bed,/
gazing east 2wards the rising sun,/
croaking frogs, trees,/
mist, dawn./
2nite I thot/
of laying there with you,/
greeting a new day.

Did You Have Fun?: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 27, 2010

The question which, still,/
hangs like mist before sunrise,/
is: Did you have fun?