Monday Morning, High Wind, Big Waves: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s Monday morning. /
Weekend guests are gone. I can/
go skinny-dipping.
Or
It’s Monday morning. /
Weekend guests are gone, so I’ll/
go skinny-dipping.

Clean Is A Relative Thing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Carp slime and bird poop/
and sand in lake water still/
make me feel cleaner.

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Late Spring Night, Utah Lake: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Poem

It is said there are
ten reasons
Walking barefoot can
Heal you
And connect you
With Earth Mother
And her vibe
And her nurturing
And her love,
So you can feel whole
And connected
And in tune again.

I take off my shoes
And leave footprints
In the sand.
I walk out
To the lake water’s edge.
I feel
The universal harmonic
Healing,
Putting me in sync.

The rest of my clothes
Follow and pile
On my shoes.
My glasses,
Too,
So no one can see me.

My toe marks
in the lake
Are quickly scoured
clean
By wavelets
And my wake
As I walk
And walk
And walk
To where my knees
Stay damp.

In the half moonlight
I guess
I look like a white blob
As I lean back
between her cold breasts,
into her firm stomach
And let her
Wash over me
And around me
And through me,
And connect me
And harmonize me
And cleanse me.

I stand.
She
And the east wind
shrink me
So much into myself
That I feel me
In me
And know who I am
As part of her
And it
And all.

Early-Morning Lake Bathing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Bathing in the lake/
is fine as long as nosey/
neighbors don’t come out.

The Pull Of The Lake: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

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

Cleaner Than Nothing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Bird poop. Algae. Scum./
Carp slime. I don’t care. I still/
bathe in lake water.

Wisconsin Skinny Dipping Cleanse: Revolutionary Improv Email Sonnet

The west wind and whitecaps churn
on my long-fetched Midwest lake.
I relish the violence and yearn,
as I have from my youth, to take

a naked dive,
to absorb nature’s dual power;
to be alive
in the storm’s most blustery hour.

I’ll swim and be swept, alone,
unashamed, unabashed, through the foam
of the surging, pounding freshwater sea;
and will learn, again, how it lifts and carries me.

I know when, at last, I emerge, from its power cleansed,
I’ll breathe deep in my soul and feel fully alive again.

Skinny Dipping Fear: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Skinny dipping in/
cool lake water. My big … Fear?/
A northern pike’s teeth.

Sharing a Full Moon Lake Night: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Sweltery full moon’d/
summer night. Lake breeze fans me./
No one to share with.