Posts Tagged ‘sea’

Don’t Stop Believing — He Knows: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 13, 2013

Don’t stop believing./
Like sun’s rise, moon’s glow, sea’s tide,
God knows who you are.

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.

Summer’s Landing Strip: Romantic Blogging Haiku

August 9, 2011

There is a long, black/
landing strip. I watch her land,/

Half Moon Sea Sinking: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

July 12, 2011

As the half moon sinks/
deep into the sea, she meets/
herself. We find us.

we connect.

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.


May I Dine At Your Restaurant? An Improv Revolutionary Email Sonnet

September 22, 2010

I never thought I’d be
asking someone out from PT!
It does, after all, seem
to be so far away, so like a dream.

And yet, her profile captivates me,
and her smile blazes like a light on the sea.
So I, interested, read what she wants
and think about dining in her restaurant.

I wonder if she has wireless there,
and if she, as the owner, would ever care
if a writer and consultant came over the waves,
walked in, sat down, and said “Hi. I’m Dave.”

If he proceeded to make himself at home there,
would she be interested? Would she care?

Missing Me On The Beach: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

May 31, 2010

How sad she/
only misses me/
when her toes are caressed/
by sand and sea./

Oh, that the warm breeze/
that touch her shimmering tresses/
were from me.

A Nearly Perfect May Day: Revolutionary Free-Verse

May 2, 2010

It was a nearly perfect day. He:
Arose refreshed and drove the freeway through early-morning mists with no traffic;
Got lost in a bucolic farming community;
Parked next to an old pickup truck driven by a guy with a John Deere hat;
Watched an American flag flutter in the breeze by the dawn’s early light;
Surprised someone with May Day flowers plucked unexpectedly from his herb garden;
Got to know and laughed and conversed with the elderly;
Tried to help someone;
Explored Word(s);
Cheered as friend’s young nephew scored in an exciting comeback at a Little League game;
Helped someone feel more warm and comfortable;
Shivered in a light morning drizzle that didn’t fog or mist his glasses;
Clandestinly sat close to and was warmed by someone under a blanket;
Made someone smile;
Explored an almond torte, a raisin tart, and a pastry-wrapped sausage at a Dutch bakery;Church in Bellingham piercing the newly-blue sky
Was refreshed and warmed after the game by a bowl of Pea Suppe almost as good as Grandma Bertha’s;
Got free bbq;
Avoided junk food, cigarette smoke and bright lights;
Tried to do something new;
Got lost while driving … again (his favorite activity);
Saw an old church steeple pierce a newly-opened blue sky;
Explored an old town;
Visited a familiar place he’d never seen before;
Got on the water;
Laid out at a beach;
Straightened out the s-curves with the top down on a scenic shoreline drive;
Saw sunlight stream through low clouds and paint patterns on the sea;
Returned, and came back;
Helped a friend escape;
Sampled more ethnic food;
Sang his lungs out;
Danced his heart out;
Brought down the house;
Laughed deeply, sincerely, and well;
Engaged in deep, rich and meaningful conversation;
Made a new friend;
Kept an old friend.

It was a nearly perfect day except, sometimes,
when he thought of you …
and wondered where you were.

Discovering Your Depth: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 21, 2010

No matter how deep/
like the sea I want to know/
you, waves don’t return.

Few Fish Close By: A Revolutionary Email Poem

March 16, 2010

Plenty of fish in the sea,
but few close by me
who I really think
I want to see.
U C?