Posts Tagged ‘pain’

What Tears Are These, Shed? Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

April 3, 2017

He was not surprised /
that she made him cry, but these /
were not tears of joy.

She Called 1 Minute Early: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

April 1, 2017

If I set up a/
deadline not met, am I strong/
enough to act right?

Eating Out Alone: Romantic Free Verse ImproVerse Poem Lament

April 1, 2017

I love to eat out,
but this was a different
type of meal,
a spiritual Feast, really,
and I longed to share it
with somebody I cared about,
someone who enjoyed the same cuisine
(or so i thought.)

I reached out to her
time
and time
again
but there was never
any response;
never
any indication
that she
was having
the same feelings.

At last,
as I waited for dessert,
(knowing she was not
going to partake,)
I realized
that she and I
were not looking
at the same menu.
I thought
that she might not even
be hungry.
Or that maybe
she might be eating out
elsewhere.

I learned,
again,
and was reminded,
again,
that the gut-wrenching feeling,
the butterflies,
in my stomach,
that familiar feeling
that had come around
for over a decade
was not caused by her,
nor by my hunger,
but was a result,
as it had been
so often in the past,
of my silliness,
my over-indulgent intensity.

So I asked for the check
and left.

Hurting Inside: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 1, 2017

Cut underneath still hurtsThere’s no rip in the/
outside fabric, but the cut/
underneath still hurts.
OR
still bleeds.

Never Saw It Coming: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

March 29, 2017

As he listened to his daughter
rant
about what a terrible father
he had been while she
was growing up,
he couldn’t help
but recognize the same words and complaints
that his new love had claimed
about her ex-husband.

It made him sick,
and it made him run.
He didn’t think he
was that terrible person, but maybe he was,
and he had just never seen it.

Everybody else had,
but he couldn’t.
And isn’t that
the narcissistic
way?

Waiting For Support: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

March 29, 2017

She knew it would be/
a tough evening. She lent him/
no support. Bye bye.

Common Pain? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

March 2, 2017

Does this happen to/
everyone? Cleaning out old/
wreckage, you break down.

Painful Garage Discoveries: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Lament

March 2, 2017

They fell out
of an old cardboard box,
in a pile, onto the floor.
It was like that scene
from Garfield’s Christmas.

I, too, found a stack
of old love letters,
written from she who now,
as I move her out of her life,
must be obeyed;
she who I betrayed.

I’d forgotten,
(or maybe I never knew,)
how much she loved
me.

Her words tell me.
Surprise me.

Now,
nearly four decades later,
I can only stand
in the messed up
and cluttered garage
the cold, damp space
that still holds,
for a little while longer,
the life
which we shared.

There,
amid piles
of old,
handwritten papers,
scarcely daring to read
those words she wrote
decades ago,
I weep bitter tears of
sorrow,
guilt,
pain,
and deep remorse.

She’ll never know
how sorry I am.
How could she?
Until this moment,
I didn’t even know.
I found some old love letters on the garage floor

Pain’s Not Purposeful: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 19, 2017

When folks hurt others, /
it’s not because they mean to./
It’s they just don’t care.*
or
*They’re just not caring.

What Silence Means: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

February 19, 2017

She must know that her/
lengthy silence hurts. What does/
it mean? Broke phone? Or…?