Posts Tagged ‘phone’

Sailing With A Phone: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 1, 2016

Sailing is harder/
when you’re worried about things/
dropping overboard.

Pink Art Walk Memory: Romantic ConTEXTing Free Verse Poem

February 6, 2015

We walked.Pink leaning in to see art, Provo City Art Walk
You wore my chapeau
And pink
And leaned
To see something closer
And I did, too.

And it was art.

Today I walked
Where you were pink
And wore my deck.

(I’d forgotten
you were talking
to someone else
on the phone).*

And I wondered
Why we couldn’t
Walk that way

*Added the next day when I saw the photo of her wearing my hat … and talking on the phone.


I Thought It Was Good: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

December 24, 2014

Hearing her cry at/
the end turned it into a/
horrific event.

Hurt Instead Of Help: Romantic Blogging Free Verse Lament

July 19, 2014

Don’t you hate it when
you try to help,
but hurt instead?
And leave her
standing on the curb,
or staring at her phone,
or leaning, hands limp, on the keyboard,
or slouched in her chair,
or sitting in her car,
or slumped against the doorway,
heart breaking,
and wondering:
“What the hell
just happened?”

Leaving Tracks Over Your Phone: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

May 11, 2013

Now that I have left/
my tracks all over your phone,/
I just feel foolish.

Quitting Staring: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 17, 2013

Each morn and night I/
stare at my phone with knotted/
gut and tears. I’ll quit.

Caller ID Iggy: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament

April 8, 2013

What’s it like to see/
my number come up and not/
want to answer it?

What’s it like to see/
my ID come up and not/
want to answer me?

Finding A Silence Excuse: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 8, 2013

I liked it better/
when her phone was shut off. Then/
there was an excuse.

I Hate My Phone: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

November 27, 2012

I hate my phone! How/
can you not loathe something that/
brings you so much pain?

Fear Of Phone: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

October 28, 2012

I was glad about/
potential passionate phone/
talk, but now I’m scared.