Rejected Offering: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

I get how it feels/
to not want somebody to/
sacrifice for you.
Or
I get how it feels /
to have someone not accept/
your kindness off’ring.

Not rejecting friends: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I canceled meeting/
friends for the chance to be with/
my kids. Understand?

Again With The Pillow Hugging: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

You didn’t call so/
I hugged my pillow again /
like I had for years.

My Hidden Walls: Revolutionary Iambic IMprov Poetry

People with a narrow view
say “There are no walls around you.”
Their vision is ascew,
and simply not true.

My fences
are more subtle defenses.
Insecurity
is what hides me.

My foolish intensity
is what protects me.
The outlandish things I say
push people away.

Since my youth
that’s been my excuse.
When friendships yield treason,
I can say my words are the reason.

Then I never have to say
“They didn’t like ME anyway.”
Rejection’s never a personal afront.
It’s just my words they don’t want.

So I shield and protect myself
as people put my words, not me, on the shelf.
(and that’s an insight into me
that most people rarely see.)

I Can’t Read Your Mind: Romantic Email Sonnet Lament

You had dreams,
hopes, and plans,
and schemes,
for the weekend.

Communication?
All I saw was a schedule
that read of frustration.
Your time table was full.

So I made another arrangement,
knowing your first priority.
It wasn’t my first bent,
but it matched with yours, evidently.

And now you’re rejecting me. It’s unkind
to toss me aside when I can’t read your mind.

Another Rejection, Another Female Surprise: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

Of all the women/
who could reject me, I did/
not expect Mother.