Posts Tagged ‘Poetic Lament’

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.

They All Call Her Beautiful: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 1, 2017

When I call or text/
and she won’t answer, am I/
like her other men?

Dark Kitchen Disappointment: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 30, 2017

When you think it’s some/
of her world-class split-pea soup,/
but it’s refried beans.

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.

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?