I’m In Shock And Awe. Paddle Me Home, Bow Man: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

A huge event in/
my life just happened and I/
have nothing to say.

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Preparing For Migration: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

Purple martins and
Canada geese and
osprey and
mallard ducks and
great blue herons and
barn swallows
are feeding at sunset,
preparing
for the rigors
of their long autumn migration.

I should go
eat a big cereal bowl
of black cherry chunky
chocolate ice cream.

Finding The Divine Lotus: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

I,
working in a new ,
central mountain desert Temple,
noticed a carved symbol
high on Godly walls.

The lotus blossom,
not seen locally.
“International symbol
of the divine”
I was told.
8 petals,
gorgeously carved.
But why there?
Why that Buddhist symbol
in the Beehive state?

I was amused,
thinking “How silly
to use a blossom
so distant,
so unconnected,
so foreign.”

Summer drew me east,
away from that desert temple,
to the Midwest,
to the muddy creek
that had been my contemplative home,
my temple of solitude and thought
growing up.

Paddling up river
after heat,
muggy weather,
I noticed large water pads,
never before seen
in my decades in the swamp.

Then something new
rose up.
Coming out of the mud,
the decay,
through the water,
cleansing,
reaching heavenward,
large pods.

They opened,
huge,
white,
pure,
eight petals,
divine.

The scent,
pure,
delicious,
took my mind
and soul
even farther heavenward.

Now,
sitting in my canoe,
my portable temple,
eyes overwhelmed,
nostrils overcome,
soul purified,
I understand why
lotus is divine
whether in the desert
or the marsh
or the Ganges.

What Patriotism Shouldn’t Look Like: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I feel compelled to/
clean up. Patriotism/
shouldn’t look like this.

Beautiful Morning, Tired: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s a beautiful/
morning, but I’m too tired to/
write anything much.

Water Lily Diamond Healing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

He hated that fight,/
old man and sea, ’til he saw/
lily pad diamonds.

Primal Lakeshore Discovery: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Decades lived on the/
same lakeshore, and still I find/
a primal refuge.

Summertime Solution: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

There are times when you/
just have to paddle out, go/
slow, and cause no wake.

Bonus Photography Sunrise: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s a bonus to /
photograph a nice scene then,/
later, see much more.

Wildflower Canoe View: Revolutionary Blogging Iambic Poem

Some may hike.
Some may bike.
They’ll rush
to
view
Indian Paintbrush.
Or walk for hours
for glimpses of alpine wildflowers.

But to have seen
duckweed green
and water iris blue,
I canoe.