Posts Tagged ‘sharing’

Leader Of The Speakers: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

May 14, 2015

She shared her words, her/
enthusiasm, and her/
bread pudding with us.

Sharing Sacred Space: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

January 3, 2015

The thought of sharing/
sacred space can become too/
overpowering.

Sharing Word Talents: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

June 12, 2014

Sharing our talents,/
word, was never meant to be/
a competition.

Rhubarb Crisp Changes Lives Again: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

February 19, 2014

Who knows when your poem/
about sharing rhubarb crisp/
may change someone’s life.

This poem and rhubarb crisp has a history: a previous set of poems written.

Sharing Beauty: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

October 22, 2013

To have someone see/
beauty opens doors and casts/
off chains that bound me.

About A Message Received On The Eve Of Leaving: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

April 27, 2012

On the eve of me leaving,
alone, for France,
Your surprise last message, grieving,
came. You took that chance.

Since then I’ve had to roam
to Vegas, Dallas, Orlando,
Bountiful and San Antone,
with thoughts of you as I go.

I have always intended
to sit down and write,
but as days and nights have blended,
it never feels right, quite.

For an answer takes deep thought, time, and caring
To pen honest words worthy of sharing.

Sharing Into Silence: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

December 26, 2011

How does one go from/
sharing everything to blank/
and total silence?

No One Two Share: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

July 6, 2011

So much joy to share./
Music, dancing, happiness./
No one to share it.

Sharing Water With Friends- A Rescue: Revolutionary Email Poetry

May 4, 2011

May 4, 2011, 8:23 AM

She
who floats,
drifts,
glides,
pulses with waves
on the vast sea,
struggling alone,
insists on
friendship,
yet yearns for
penetrating
gazes and
soft
caress;
for deep
knowing,
for caring
fingertips,
for warmth
of being pulled,
rescued from
eternity’s depths,
held from loneliness.

He
stands in the foam,
wades into the waves,
dives deep,
out, through the surf,
to her side.

Strong, sure
strokes,
practiced for years,
never fully used,
wishing he could
extend
in full measure,
his caress,
his feelings,
his thoughts,
his soul.

He saved
friends before,
but not like this.
Not with all
the passion,
tenderness,
poetry,
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
semantics.
—–
Resuce Addendum (9:32 a.m.)

As they,
two,
lay on the beach
together,
entwined,
he applied
the aid learned,
the touch
and caress
she yearned
for.

Could she revive
and realize
that time
and patience
and proper
application
was all
she really wanted
or desired?

No other aid
was needed.

Rights Of The Muse: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

December 6, 2010

It’s not just sharing/
when you are the muse. It is/
your right and priv’ledge