Posts Tagged ‘Sand’

Trying Nothing In Paradise Or Utah: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Lament

January 12, 2017

Today she heads to Paradise/
with a married guy./
How nice!

She says she won’t try /
and when she returns/
after 2 weeks with sand /
and sunburns, /
neither will I.

Where’s The Beach? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 12, 2015

Sun, surf and sand. Just/
another day at the beach/
no one believes in.Sun, surf, sand and Beach chair at Sandy Beach, Utah Lake, Oct. 2015 -- where's the beach?


Where’s The Beach: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

May 31, 2014

BeachWithinReach_UtahLakeMay2014I don’t care what kind/
of beach I find, just so it’s/
a beach within reach.
Floating Utah Lake and Spanish Fork River with Mt. Timp in the Background

Late Night Splash Dancing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

May 29, 2014

Utah Lake Splash Dance at MidnightWith his shoes in his/
hand, he walked on the sand past/
the strand and splash danced.

He Danced On Water: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 29, 2014

She thought she knew how/
to dance, but she’d never seen/
him dance on water.

Snow Flaked At The Beach: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

December 31, 2013

Surf, sun, sand, sea Mission Beach in San Diego, CAThe beach, surf, sun and/
sand remind me of all the/
snow I’m not missing.

The Pull Of The Lake: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

November 2, 2013

If the dock were still/
out or the shore were of sand,/
I would skinny-dip.

On A North Carolina Beach: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

March 26, 2012

She gazes eastward./
Surf, sun, sand, sea rise and fall./
Her breathing’s mirrored.

Painted Toes In The Sand: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

April 26, 2011

Why do women show/
painted toes/
in the sand where I wanna go:/
Beaches at Cabo,/
Puerto Rico?/
I won’t go/
any faster or more/
than I would b4!

Dancing on The Savanah: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

October 7, 2010

Feeling harmonic ebb and flow, do you,
treading across the savanah’s plains, care to
take a creative chance/
and passionately dance?

Barefoot in grasses green,
to musicians only heard, not seen./
Whose creative muse from far away/
calms us when confused and holds sway/

over our hearts, souls, and hands
and as we dance ‘mid the grass and sands
we come to the conclusion:/
there should be no confusion!

Our mental, soulful, heartfelt views,
as we dance, hold only music and muse.