Posts Tagged ‘mountain’

Mixed Messages: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 29, 2014

different warnings, ancient and modern, at Gilgal Sculpture GardenStones cut from the face/
of the mountain, spears and plows,/
and colored warnings.

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Slipping While Climbing: Romantic Blogging Sonnet

March 23, 2014

He tried to climb/
to her lofty peak.
Companionship sublime/
was what he’d seek.

He lost the right path/
along that high way.
Trying to create laughs;
he failed in what to say.

As he fell and slipped/
down the mountain side,/
he murmured to himself, tight lipped:
“That wasn’t how I should have tried.”

He wondered: Could he try again, change and repent/
now that he was sure where the correct path went?

Heeding The Mountains’ Call: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 8, 2013

Mount Timpanogos at sunset calls to me
When the mountains are/
calling, taking a photo/
just doesn’t cut it.

Silent Moonrise: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

September 21, 2013

Silence in mountain/
valleys. Moonrise above the/
mountain’s peaks. She’s there.

Still: Romantic Improv Haiku

June 4, 2013

I breathe peaks’ rare air;/
eat anti-oxidants. She/
takes my breath away.

Early Morning Dream State: Romantic Contexting Rhyming Poem

November 21, 2011

Sometimes I awake,
Early morning,
In a half-dream state,
And my mind starts roaming.

I imagine my hands:
they begin to trace
skin, trembling, grand;
Up from your feet;
Down from your face.

I wonder how 2
Put hands in passion’s fire;
run fingers thru a valley of longing,
And caress mountains of desire.

Mary M. and the “R Word” : Revolutionary Email Poetic Lament

October 10, 2011

Her name was Mary.
She went to 6th grade with me.
I made fun of her.
I called her names,
Mostly the “r-word”.
I wrinkled up my nose,
Mimicked the way she nasally spoke.

I threw snowballs at her
When she walked to school,
And when she walked home.
Her friends would surround her
And try to protect her
From the cold slush that
Would smack her face
And make her scream
“Leave me ALONE!”.

But her friends could not
Surround and protect her
From the stinging insults
I and my friends
Hurled at her:
Retard.
Moron.
Mental.

That was nearly
A half century ago.
I see public service announcements
Telling me what I already know:
The R word is hurtful
And wrong,
And my memory
Of Mary
Cuts me
deservedly.

Now I am
In the same mountain valley
As I was then,
A place where people
Are supposed to be nice.

Someone in an office
Says a co-worker is a “retard”,
Then asks “Is that okay
To call him that?”

I want to stand
And scream:
“NO!
DEAR GOD!
NO!
NOT THAT!
It’s NOT OK!”

Her name was Mary.
I called her names,
Made fun of her,
And made her cry.

I’ve thought about Mary,
off and on,
for decades.
The memory of her
makes me now cry.
I want to tell her
I was ignorant
and stupid.
I want to ask
For her forgiveness,
But I don’t know how.

So I remember,
And weep,
And write:
“Mary.
I am sorry.”

Mountain Get-Away Goodbye: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

July 14, 2011

Little do they know:/
When women go on mountain/
get-aways, they leave.

Mountain Birthday Wish: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

July 1, 2011

She sits, mountain queen,/
rebirthing on her birthday./
Do hills sing happy?