Posts Tagged ‘rescue’

Tales Of Rescue (‘Cuz That’s What Dad’s Do) : Revolutionary ImproVerse Poem

July 5, 2013

O'Day sailing on Lake Winneconne before being demasted, July 4th, 2013My sister told the tale/
of being under sail/
years before.

She capsized,/
but she knew,/
and was not surprised/
with how quickly from the shore/
our Father flew/
to her rescue.

While I was glad/
that she was loved by our Dad,/
I knew/
Between him and me/
there would never be/
such sharing/
or attentive caring.

Yesterday, decades hence,/
my cousin and I went/
on a day sail,
and our mast ripped apart and failed.

So, we drifted, demasted,
but my anxiousness only lasted/
a moment or two/
before I knew/
that once more/
my Dad had watched from shore/
and quickly, in his boat without crew,
was coming to his child’s rescue.

Because that’s what Dads do.


How Dark And Deep Is The Cave? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 17, 2013

Have you at last gone/
into a cave so dark that/
no one can reach you?

Has she at last gone/
into a cave so dark that/
no one can reach her?

Who Is Strong Enough? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 18, 2012

She is strong enough/
to do this. Can we be strong/
enough to let her?

Written after my daughter was admitted to a treatment center for eating disorders, then started calling, begging to be released.

I Deserve What She Gets: Romantic ConTEXTing Iambic Poem

May 16, 2011

I deserve/
2b wanted and served/
by 1 who/
has the same view/
of me/
as I do/
of she./

I refuse/
2 rescue/
her who/
doesn’t want 2 move./

I need 2 c/
her reaching for me.

Revisiting The Past – Caves and Barriers: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

May 16, 2011

Newspaper Rock Petroglyphs, Canyonlands National Park, Monticello, UT

Long ago
I tried 2 rescue a friend,
2 pull her out of caves.

It didn’t work
’til she wanted
2 leave,
2 heed
another’s call.

Now I try
to break down barriers.

Why Risk Rescue: Revolutionary Email Haiku

May 4, 2011

Rescue is risked when
potential results are worth
the effort. This is.

Sharing Water With Friends- A Rescue: Revolutionary Email Poetry

May 4, 2011

May 4, 2011, 8:23 AM

who floats,
pulses with waves
on the vast sea,
struggling alone,
insists on
yet yearns for
gazes and
for deep
for caring
for warmth
of being pulled,
rescued from
eternity’s depths,
held from loneliness.

stands in the foam,
wades into the waves,
dives deep,
out, through the surf,
to her side.

Strong, sure
practiced for years,
never fully used,
wishing he could
in full measure,
his caress,
his feelings,
his thoughts,
his soul.

He saved
friends before,
but not like this.
Not with all
the passion,
soft caress
his heart has to offer.

He doesn’t want
to just pull her to shore
and wait for
someone else
to revive her.

But if that’s all
she wants, friends …

Or maybe it’s just
Resuce Addendum (9:32 a.m.)

As they,
lay on the beach
he applied
the aid learned,
the touch
and caress
she yearned

Could she revive
and realize
that time
and patience
and proper
was all
she really wanted
or desired?

No other aid
was needed.