Blue Screen Blues: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

I am drawn deeply and/
completely into the/
techno blue screen blues.

She Is Yet Young: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Sad when you learn your/
daughter writes as well as you,/
sans hope’s perspective.

Upon Receiving A Pink Slip, Blue: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Downtrodden*, I went/
To His House. “You have a job”/
He said. I feel good.

OR
*Sad, post work, I went/

Natural Life Is: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

When you’re surrounded/
by nature, feeling the flow/
of life, sad happens.

Sliding Glass Door Requiem: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Lament

Oh, goldfinch!
Bright yellow cheer-bringer,
Flash of color
even in winter’s darkest days.

Too late I moved toward
The sliding glass door
Where you would have seen my shadow
And veered away.

Instead:
Thunk.
“Oh no nonono!”
I cry
and reach for you,
fallen,
as your glowing tail feathers
fan out wide
in a blaze of color,
then close as tight
as your dainty feet,
curled.

You are still warm
as I hold you,
tiny,
in the palm of my hand.

Tears well up
as I wait,
hoping.

But your eyes stay open,
fixed and dilated,
and even as I hold you,
admiring your bright gold feathers
and the tiny streaks of red on your breast
that I’ve never noticed before,
you grow cold in my hand.

I place you
tenderly,
at the base of the daffodils
which mimic your radiant glory,
but which,
like you,
are starting to fade away.

Otherwise, What’s The Point? Romantic Email Haiku

She is a hopeless/
romantic. Tragic. I seek/
hopeful romantics.

I Have Now: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I don’t know that I’d/
ever heard a lone goose call/
so frantic and sad.

Validation From The One: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

It’s sad my daughter’s/
validation must come from/
others, not the One.

Pre-surgery shave: revolutionary improvers haiku lament

It’s sad to hope that/
women will prep you but then /
learn men will do it

Dear Cupid: Romantic Blogging Iambic Poem

Dear Cupid:
This Valentine’s (Single Awareness) Day,/
Don’t let me be stupid.

Hold my fingers and tongue
so I won’t write or say
something dumb.

Oh. Wait.
Too late.
I already did.

Hey Cupid!
If you care,
do some repair.