Posts Tagged ‘Poetic Lament’

Confused Non-Player: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

June 24, 2017

Could she ever think/
I’m confused about my path?/
I’m not a player?

Broken Heart Silence: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

June 19, 2017

When your heart truly/
is breaking, you can’t really/
write about it much.

Father’s Day Silence, 2017: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

June 18, 2017

So many people
tell me I’m a great dad. If
only my kids would.

Childless Father’s Day Redux: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poetic Lament

June 18, 2017

Mere minutes away,
but they’ve got no money.
Don’t our children know
that their dads would mow
their lawn, take out the garbage,
or clean their garage,
to be with their children on Father’s Day?

Anything beats sitting at home
all alone,
staring at the phone,
waiting for their call.
Trying not to bawl
or feel dumb
When the message doesn’t come.
Feeling sad,
I wonder: “How bad
was I as a dad?”

Me Versus Reality TV: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament

June 15, 2017

When reality/
TV turned more important/
than me, I turned off.

I Thought I Was Done Cleaning House! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

June 13, 2017

You sorrow knowing/
you have more stuff to get rid/
of than you just did.
More stuff to declutter

The Last Rose, Pruned: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 9, 2017

Last Kirkland red rose pruned and thrown on a brushpile of leavesI took a last walk/
through my yard, pruned a single/
red rose, threw it out.

Cold May Day: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Lament Poem

May 1, 2017

May Day
always
was,
in every way,
bright and cheerful and
colored with blossoms
from our yard.

Roses.
Lilacs.
Dogwoods.
Camellias
Kornblumen.
Straw Flowers.
Daisies.
Periwinkle.
Rosemary.
Lavender.
Camomille.
Sage.
Mint.
Grape Hyacinths.
Sometimes even late tulips
and plum blossoms.

Full bouquets,
ding-dong-ditched
on doorsteps
for the neighborhood,
for children’s teachers
— piano, dance, acting, spiritual
and intellectual —
and scholastic staff.

Surprises
for them
and us.
Messages
of love
and remembrance
and appreciation.

But children grow up
and teachers grow old
and people move away
and on,
and invitations
for the next generation
are forgotten,
and friendships
are dissolved
or wither
and die
from lack of care
or abuse.

This year,
our last here,
blossoms are few.
There is a cold,
constant rain,
and even if there were flowers,
there would be few to
grant bouquets to.

Sorrow permeates
this day,
our last May Day
here in this
botanical wonderland,
where everything grows
and blooms
and thrives
except cacti
and prickly pear.
Ironic that,
as our time here
dies,
Spring is so slow
to arrive.

I would take a photo
of the late dogwood blossoms
and the just-emerging,
faintly-scented lilacs,
but my battery
just died.

Different Woman, Same Pain: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 9, 2017

When she’s with me but/
texting him, it hurts like it/
once did. Thank you NOT.

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.