Rose Garden Tasks: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s time to throw off/
sleep’s cold, shed leafy blankets,/
and reach for Spring’s growth.
OR
It’s time to throw off/
winter’s cold, shed leaf blankets,/
and wait for Spring’s hope.
OR
and hope for Spring’s blooms.

Ineffective Mulching: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Using mulch to knock /
back weeds doesn’t help if you /
don’t plant anything.

To a Rose At Last Blossoming: Revolutionary Blogging Improv Sonnet

A friend wrote a poem in a new blog, and then wondered about her poetic ability. This sonnet is in response (and is also on the comment page to her poem).

To a Rose At Last Blossoming

Roses don’t blossom
quickly, like the daffodil, tulip,
or dandilion,
only to fade just as quickly away.

Instead, they rise from a bushes,
born years before.
The older the rosebush,
the sweeter and longer lasting the blossom.

People glance at rosebushes in winter,
comment on their plainness;
their brown sticks protruding through dead mulch;
their ugliness, deadness, and thorns.

But when rose blossoms at last spread their color’d fragrance,
Humankind is blessed, touched and inspired by true beauty.

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