Alone Dancing On Snowy Moon-Shadowed River Banks: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

Spanish Fork River and Sandy Beach, Utah Lake

He stood on the snowed /
banks of that river alone, /
cold and moon-shadowed.

AND

Dancing with moonbeams/
to the stream’s soft notes was not/
enough to hold her.

Unexpectedness: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

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When you unexpectedly/
visit an unexpected place,/
you may find/
unexpected diamonds.

Where Was She Before? Romantic Blogging Sonnet Lament

A Nana’s deep words and photos
dance with and grip my soul:
Canada geese in flight. Moon rise.
An autumn river’s flow.

Unknown, she grew up and lives
amidst fall’s brightly-hued leaves.
Just as I, as a child, did:
captured by the spells that nature weaves.

She will live free (or die!)
As I did the Midwest.
She even wears the same boots as I!
We could be lovers (or twins at best).

But someone else has gone where I want to go.
I wish I was the one who’d met her long ago.

Too Late Understanding Howl: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Poetic Lament

Tonight I howled at the moon,
where I had once gathered firewood
for us,
for s’mores,
but now there will be
no more.

Howling and
screaming and
yelling
until
I couldn’t see
through my tears.

Then I pulled off
the road and howled
some more as I watched
my dreams
and visions
and hopes
and the waxing moon
disappear behind a giant cottonwood tree,
until the Union Pacific’s
long,
low moaning whistle
drowned out my own howling
at the moon
and the dreams
that had disappeared.

And when I was done,
when my howling had ended,
I drove long and slow
down that old swamp path,
eye and eye nearly swollen shut,
caked with dust
that had dried up
in these desert fields,
dried up and blown away,
not like a dream deferred,
but like a vision
and a hope
sacrificed on an altar
of obedience
I wasn’t quite ready
nor prepared
to kneel at.

Canada Geese Formation At Moonrise And Sunrise: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Good morning, geese V!/
I cried seeing you against/
the moon last night, too

Late Spring Night, Utah Lake: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Poem

It is said there are
ten reasons
Walking barefoot can
Heal you
And connect you
With Earth Mother
And her vibe
And her nurturing
And her love,
So you can feel whole
And connected
And in tune again.

I take off my shoes
And leave footprints
In the sand.
I walk out
To the lake water’s edge.
I feel
The universal harmonic
Healing,
Putting me in sync.

The rest of my clothes
Follow and pile
On my shoes.
My glasses,
Too,
So no one can see me.

My toe marks
in the lake
Are quickly scoured
clean
By wavelets
And my wake
As I walk
And walk
And walk
To where my knees
Stay damp.

In the half moonlight
I guess
I look like a white blob
As I lean back
between her cold breasts,
into her firm stomach
And let her
Wash over me
And around me
And through me,
And connect me
And harmonize me
And cleanse me.

I stand.
She
And the east wind
shrink me
So much into myself
That I feel me
In me
And know who I am
As part of her
And it
And all.

Diamonds Hung: Revolutionary IMproVerse Free Verse Poem

Orion’s Belt hung
on the west canyon rim,
like three diamonds
on the velvet black counter
of God’s cosmic jewelry store.

I didn’t ask to buy them,
for they were already in
my possession,
and the experience,
next to the rushing river rapids,
under a waxing half moon,
caressed by the cool canyon breeze,
was priceless.

I simply pointed at the three diamonds,
smiled,
and thanked my Heavenly Shopkeeper .

So What If I Think I Am? Or She Is? – Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

When did being the/
center of the Universe /
become a bad thing?

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How small is planet earth !

Slow Freeway Traffic Bennies: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Slow freeway traffic/
in my ragtop means I can/
watch sun- and moon-set.

Thumbnail Moon Black Hole: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Some might see, smiling,/
a thumbnail moon, but I see/
a black empty hole.