Posts Tagged ‘Poetic Lament’

How Seattle Feels … A Lot: Revolutionary Commentary Free Verse Poem

March 19, 2017

Remember/
that time/
when was sunny/
in Seattle/
and I was texting,/
looking at my phone,/
and I missed it?

It’s My Blog — I’ll Self-Aggrandize If I Want To: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku Lament

March 3, 2017

Almost all I post/
on my blog can be thought self-/
aggrandizement. Und?

Despite All That, I’m Here: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

March 3, 2017

I drove through rain and/
bad traffic to get here. Yet she/
cuts my shave habits.

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

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…?

Too Late For Valentine’s Day: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

February 17, 2017

I was wondering/
if she’d like my gifts, but she’s/
done, so I don’t care.

She’s Legitimately Going: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

February 16, 2017

She didn’t want to /
talk to him, but *her going /
was legitimate.
Or
*she’s going/
legitimately.

Calling A Date A Date: Romantic ImproVerse Iambic Poem Lament

February 15, 2017

When she flew with a married guy/
to Paradise, I didn’t cry.
Why?
I was just waiting.
Now she at least admits:
They’re dating.

Yes, it’s the pits.
But don’t be alarmed.
I won’t lay awake at night,
nor fight
a battle of wits
with someone who’s half armed.

Visiting Utah Bridal Fairs In Vain: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

February 14, 2017

I attended a/
bridal fair in Utah, but/
still couldn’t find one.