Posts Tagged ‘rhubarb crisp’

He Sought Her Then: Romantic IMprov Haiku

May 15, 2016

He had, years before,/
jumped up and down, hands waving./
Now he sought rhubarb.

Rhubarb-Cherry For The First Time: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 10, 2014

Rhubarb_Cherry_Crisp_cooking different June 2014After decades, the/
crisp’s ingredients change, but/
the result’s the same.


That Friend God Sent: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

May 20, 2014

He’d made her some burnt/
gluten-free rhubarb desert,/
but now writes her poems.
He’d made her some burnt/
rice-flour rhubarb desert, but/
now just writes her poems.

Rhubarb Crisp Changes Lives Again: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

February 19, 2014

Who knows when your poem/
about sharing rhubarb crisp/
may change someone’s life.

This poem and rhubarb crisp has a history: a previous set of poems written.

Victory’s Eagle and Rhubarb Crisp: Revolutionary IMprov Blogging Sonnet

July 13, 2010

I saw an eagle soar
yesterday above my canoe,
and as I watched his grandeur
I thought, Victory, of you.

And last night,
I thought of you when
I ate raspberry rhubarb delight.

You should come float.
Dip your hands in the water;
pet the goslings and river otter,
and let your soul go remote;

Feel the heal of earth, wind, sky,
and wave and laugh as the eagle flies by.

Response to Your Rhubarb Crisp Poem: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry

May 12, 2010

In an evening of healing, creativity and cleansing (and me making, baking and slightly burning — it had rice flour — a rhubarb crisp) at a new friend’s mountain chalet, I wrote this poem in response to a poem she wrote about my and my burnt rhubarb crisp. Her poem, “Rhubarb Crispier”, is at
Here is mine (the original had “your words” instead of “her words”:

I’ve stood, 4 years,/
doubting my craft, my mind,/
my soul, My heart./
Old words:/
Criticism still heard,/
still hurts./
Her words/
still the ache./
I’ll print them.