Posts Tagged ‘rhythm’

6:05 a.m. Northbound Utah Lake Shore Blindness: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poem Lament

January 19, 2017

I know there’s a view,/
distantly,/
I’m striving to see,
but I’m blinded by actions
and distractions
and lights reflecting
close by me.

Overseas Dance Appreciation: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poem Validation

January 14, 2017

A diff’rent culture/
opened me up other’s/
views
When she mused:
“It was beautiful
to see you dance.”

Embrace A Strange Place: Revolutionary ImproVerse Prose

January 11, 2017

A friend was going to a Polynesian island with a man she barely knew and his family. She said “I’m a bit afraid. I’m going to be surrounded by strangers, in a foreign country, with a man I don’t know.”
Since she is from Oklahoma, I reminded her what that state’s native son, Will Rogers, said: “A stranger is just a friend I haven’t met yet.”
Then I said:
When you get to the country, that new place, go, go out onto the beach, or in the woods, or a garden, or even on your balcony. Stand and face the rising or the setting sun, or the stars, or the moon, or the cloudy sky. Face the heavens.
Put your bare feet apart slightly wider than your shoulders. If you’re on the beach, put your feet in the sand, right where the waves spend their last bit of energy, where the seafoam and the wet sand moves beneath your toes and embraces your feet.
Tilt your head back to find the sun or the light or the sky. Feel the air. Close your eyes.
Raise both your arms out sideways, hands toward the light and sky, palms out, fingers spread wide, hands slightly higher than your shoulders, as though you were giving an old friend a huge hug. Breathe deep, in through your mouth and nose, deeply, and feel the vibe, the flow, of the place you are in. Connect, deeply. Open your mouth and OMMMM or YAWP or vocalize in the harmonic you feel.
As you feel the air, the wind, sense the scents, maybe wrap your arms gently but firmly around the Spirit you feel, cradle it, embrace it.
There is a certain spirit, harmonic, note in each place. Each place on earth has a unique feel, a special, sacred note. Just as a musical note sounds different played by trombone, piano, organ, clarinet or harmonica, so is the earth’s song the same, yet different in each place.
You can be jarred by it, because it doesn’t feel like where YOU are from, but if you reach out and embrace it, hear it feel it touch it, introduce yourself to it, and be introduced to it, you will connect with it. When you do, that foreign country, that new place, will become part of you, and you will become part of it. You will not be a stranger in a strange land, but an honored and welcome friend the land hadn’t met yet.
And you’ll understand why the natives are smiling.”

I Need A Mit-Watcher For Snow: Romantic ImproVerse Alliteration Haiku

January 5, 2017

Softly falling flakes/
of silver snow are not meant/
to be watched alone.
January gentle snowfall with street lamp, Historic Springville Cemetery, January, 2017

The Vices of Isis: Revolutionary Silly Rhyming ImproVerse Poem

July 20, 2016

The group called Isis/
has many vices,/
but the worst of all is,/
in peace or in crisis,/
they’re not very nice-iss,/
especially left to their own devices.

Use A Canoe To Recover From Dumping: Romantic ConTEXTing Free Verse Poem

May 23, 2016

Red-winged blackbirds sing in a Wisconsin marsh — YouTube Video

When you’ve been/
dumped,/
take your canoe/
up a creek/
without a partner./

Still,/
alone,/
listen to /
red-winged blackbird/
couples/
sing together/
as they watch,/
and feather their nests,/
and call sweet dreams/
to the sunset.
Red-winged blackbird couple sing to a canoe up a creek without a paddle, Lake Winneconne / Mud Creek, May 2016

It’s Not About Her … Again: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

May 16, 2016

I don’t know how oft/
I have to tell her that it’s/
not all about her.

Yawp, Find Your Center, Then Do: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse

May 9, 2016

Yawp.
Feel.
Find
your divine
center,
You.
Yup.
Yawp.
Then do.