Posts Tagged ‘Poetic Lament’

Upon Thinking On A Deep Funk: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Lament

November 2, 2018

Her creativity,
this evening’s music muse,
wafts like a late autumn breeze
out her door,
down the hallway,
to my ears.
Peace.

My oldest creation,
son,
and his creation,
my granddaughter,
gaze,
smiling,
from my screensaver.
Joy.

Yet I,
creative meistro
sitting on a hickory’d hill,
fall’s colored leaves
glowing in the sunset;
bright moon and stars
gleaming in the dark
rural’d night,
haven’t written
for daze.
Weeks.
Blank.

Work,
government linguistics,
leaky doors,
amityville horror phermone’d bugs,
busted lights,
stalled furnaces,
all beyond the grasp
of my repair.
Guilt.

Gardens unharvested;
tall fall grasses
in the front yard
unburned,
failed wildflower experiments
where there once was so much
promise.
Melancholy.

All around me,
there is paper
and hundreds of shades
of different hues,
muse,
notes,
thousands of words
i could use.
Yet none come.
Funk.

What to do.
What to do?
Do.
Perhaps
creativity
will drop
like dew
when I do.
And I’ll rinse my face
and cleanse my soul
and refresh my heart
and free my mind.

It’s worth a try.

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Why Not Go Outside? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku Lament

May 18, 2018

I confuse myself./
It’s a warm, pleasant day, yet/
I’ve stayed inside. Why?

Liking All That Nature Stuff: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament

May 10, 2018

She heaved a deep sigh/
and said her guy liked that “stuff”./
He’s sad ‘midst treasures.
A backyard of daisies, poppies and other wildflowers, NW Georgia, May 2018

But How? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 26, 2018

I’m not ready for/
how hard things are, so must fight/
negativity.

Where She Goes Away: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

March 17, 2018

She’s deep in her phone/
at sunset. Pink Floyd plays: “How/
I wish you were here.”

Getting Used To Business: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

March 14, 2018

When I’m trying to/
blog, she becomes all business./
I must learn to cope.

Such A Loss: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

November 19, 2017

Her hands made art, wrote/
words. Now they’ve taken who she/
*was, not all she’ll be.

OR
*was and all she’d be.

First Paddle Up The Chickamauga In My New Kayak: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

October 18, 2017

My first kayak trip./
My phone breaks. No photos. Just/
like Lewis and Clark.

I Wish I Had A Vantage Point: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

September 21, 2017

There are times, (mostly),
when any vantage point is/
much better than none.

Dancing With Myself Dislike: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

July 21, 2017

Going to concerts/
solo reminds me how much/
I hate loneliness.