Unexpected Winneconne Bohemian Rhapsody: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Standing on frozen/
shores, arms outstretched, “Any way /
the wind blows.” I’m there.

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The Pull Of The Lake: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

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

Centering Tree: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s the same tree, the /
same place I heard spring come. Now/
fall’s here. I weep joy.

Different Islands, Same Homelands: Revolutionary Email Poem

You have honored me
with your poetry
Island Girl.

Though I have never been,
I long, now, to return again
with you.

The islands of my soul
Are in the land of midnight Sol,
like yours, “sen”.

Dansk, or Norsk,
or tropical, we were forced
back to the desert.

So when the waves lap on distant shores,
and you hear my voice in it, and I yours,
maybe we can go, together,

And discover the islands
and the true homelands
of our soul and heart.

Just you and me,
Island Girl.

Shedding A Stinky Parka: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

I wore my old stinky parka
because I was afraid of freezing.
Then, one day, I felt the warmth
of the sun on my face.

So I unzipped it,
pulled it off,
threw it away,
and stood there in my swim trunks and t-shirt.

And the sun was warm,
and the air was calm,
and though the lake still had ice,
the geese were flying north.

I jumped in
over my head,
and washed myself
in the frigid water.

And when I climbed out over the
slippery, ice-covered rocks,
I was clean, and refreshed,
and alive, and warm.

I left my stinky parka by the shore
and walked away.
The stink wasn’t on me.
It was something I carried.

Answering the Poet: Email Revolutionary Haiku

Your answers, though quick,
read like poetry themselves.
Waves pounding the shore.

Revealing Myself to a Relationship Coach: A Revolutionary IMprov Poem

Now I stand/
on the golden shore/
feet stuck in the sand;/
revealing more/
than I ever had before./
Wondering/
if I’m blundering./
Or if/
revelation is a gift.