Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Farewell My Dear Laughing Friend: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

October 5, 2017

Friends and Christus Farewell old young friend./
I will miss your laugh and love /
but you’re not bound now.

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Safe Kids Emotions: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

October 2, 2017

That moment when you/
aren’t sure your kids are safe, and/
then learn they are. Tears.

#PrayForVegas #ParentsWorry #VictimsAreSomeonesKids

Dance At Last: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

October 2, 2017

At last. She might be/
the one when she asks YOU to /
dance out in public!

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.

Ask Tough Questions Result: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 21, 2017

Ask tough questions and/
you’ll get hard answers. But then/
you can deal with them.

My Daughter’s Pain Growth: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

September 20, 2017

I hear my girl’s pain./
I caused it. I hope she can/
heal, forgive, reach, grow.

Path Change Where Nobody Really Cares: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 19, 2017

There may be many/
folks who are upset I am/
unfriending them. Nah.

Saying Goodbye Poetically: Revolutionary ImproVerse Poem

September 19, 2017

The time has come
(the walrus says)
to bid you all adieu.
As I head east
to greener pastures
I hope you find happiness, too.

Missing My Sacred Space: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

September 19, 2017

It was my temple
when I had none.
Now, new adventures await me
far away.
Today,
for one more time
in perhaps a long time,
I walked quietly
through art’s temple.

I will miss
this place of solitude,
inspiration,
meditation
and tranquility.

I will miss the Russian faces
I have come to know and love
and the quilts
which exude warmth
even when hanging out
on the walls.

How do I say farewell to
the sculptures of strong men and women
forever holding
and dancing
and working
and playing
and protecting
and posing
poses?

I will miss eating
the ripe espaliered apples
nobody else but the birds
care about;
smelling the roses
and lavender;
splashing cool water on my face
during hot summer afternoons.

I will miss being awestruck
and stunned
and amazed
every time I walk through
its handcrafted doors
and slide across its Utah Lake clayed floors
and listen to the
clink drip drip drip drip drip drip clink
of its kinetic sculptures.

My heart and soul and mind,
(not my back and bottom),
will miss the not-that-comfortable chairs
and wood benches
and metal patio furniture
that gave me gothic arch views
out onto the street
or into that quiet garden space,
where I often sat
in different shades of light,
in all seasons,
to compose,
to write,
to be inspired,
to lift my soul.

I won’t miss
the few steps I heard daily
as too few people visit
this amazing place
and drink in this
the inspiration
of fabulous space.

I will miss the smiling people,
the artists,
the musicians,
the curators,
the directors,
the installers,
the docents,
the interns,
the administrative folks,
the cleaning staff,
who make it all possible.

I will miss thinking
and creating
and writing
and dancing
and soaring
there,
and crying with gratitude,
by myself,
(and sometimes with others),
at the beauty surrounding me.

I can go
to other temples now
and get new and different inspiration.
There are far-away places
to explore and discover,
but,
in this out-of-the-way Utah Art City,
its surprising edifice of beauty,
which embraced me
and held me close to God
when I was otherwise cast out,
this stuccoed white citadel,
will always be
Sacred Space
to me.
Pan views of Springville Museum of Art

Goddess Gazing: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

September 10, 2017

I’d never before/
gazed into the face of a/
Goddess. Now I have.