Rain On My Parade? So What? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

When folks get drenched to/
their cores, their souls more eas’ly /
find paths to connect.

Cold May Day: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Lament Poem

May Day
always
was,
in every way,
bright and cheerful and
colored with blossoms
from our yard.

Roses.
Lilacs.
Dogwoods.
Camellias
Kornblumen.
Straw Flowers.
Daisies.
Periwinkle.
Rosemary.
Lavender.
Camomille.
Sage.
Mint.
Grape Hyacinths.
Sometimes even late tulips
and plum blossoms.

Full bouquets,
ding-dong-ditched
on doorsteps
for the neighborhood,
for children’s teachers
— piano, dance, acting, spiritual
and intellectual —
and scholastic staff.

Surprises
for them
and us.
Messages
of love
and remembrance
and appreciation.

But children grow up
and teachers grow old
and people move away
and on,
and invitations
for the next generation
are forgotten,
and friendships
are dissolved
or wither
and die
from lack of care
or abuse.

This year,
our last here,
blossoms are few.
There is a cold,
constant rain,
and even if there were flowers,
there would be few to
grant bouquets to.

Sorrow permeates
this day,
our last May Day
here in this
botanical wonderland,
where everything grows
and blooms
and thrives
except cacti
and prickly pear.
Ironic that,
as our time here
dies,
Spring is so slow
to arrive.

I would take a photo
of the late dogwood blossoms
and the just-emerging,
faintly-scented lilacs,
but my battery
just died.

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Empty Music Row During A Light Rain: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

An Advantage of/
living in Seattle: Rain/
doesn’t bother you.
OR
An Advantage of/
Living in Seattle: Rain/
don’ buffuh you none.

Seattle Versus Springville (Utah): Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

I like waving at/
the sun daily instead of/
just once a quarter.
Or
the sun once a day instead/
of once a quarter.

Returning To Seattle: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Giant red cedars./
Moss. Ferns. Rain. Gray skies. Traffic.
I don’t miss a thing.

Perfect Sense Answer: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Two young women dressed/
strange. I asked them why. “Tuesday.”/
It made perfect sense.

Decorating The (Very Long Name) Auditorium: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

When you get the chance/
to decorate/
the Sisterhood of the Woodland Plaid/
Auditorium,/
take it.

The Same Source On Christmas: Revolutionary Haiku

The Cathedral’s Priest/
and I got the same message./
must be the same Source.
OR
The Cathedral’s Priest/
and I sing the same joy song,/
from the same Source: God.

Jimi Liked Hats: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Christmas Smiles: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

I smile at all His/
children. They, in turn, reflect/
His love back to me.
OR
Prompted By This Video (click here)
I sing to all His/
children. They in turn, reflect/
His love back to me.