Waking Up Sick: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

My eyes are caked shut./
The only vision I have/
is what God shows me.

Feeling Really Sick: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

You know you’re sick when/
you wear button-up PJs/
to bed all alone.

Does Beauty Get Sick: Shakespearean ConTEXTing Haiku

Does beauty get sick?/
And is it physical thus/
to be? I knew not.

Self-Discovery Sick: Romantic IMprov Haiku

To discover you/
aren’t viewed how you think you are/
can make you sick quick.

Sweet Worder: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

I’m gonna be sick./
He is so slick, throwing out/
sweet words* like St. Nick.

OR
*flirts

Old Pho Tripe: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

If you value your/
life, don’t trifle with old tripe./
What the pho happens.

How Creativity Dies: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When you feel so sick/
you could die, your creative/
talents seem to leave.

How Sick Is He? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

He knew how ill he/
was when he knew that if she/
said “Yes!”, he wouldn’t.*
OR
*he couldn’t.

Thank You, Whitney! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Why is it often/
that folks who struggle the most/
have the biggest hearts?
[A young woman suffering from chronic illness heard about my daughter’s plight (and other women in treatment with my daughter) and prepared holiday packages for them … prompting this poem.]

Note To My Man Self About Being Sick: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

Note to my man self:/
Never let a chick see you /
sick. She’ll distain you.