Feeling His Peace: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

“My peace I give you.”/
Being alone in His world/
opens His love gifts.

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In The Deep Winter Quiet: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

In the stillness of/
solitude you feel His love/
and Creation’s gifts.

OR
… you feel God’s love/
in Creation’s gifts.

Footprint Peace: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s peaceful when my/
footprints and shorebirds’ can mix/
alone on the beach.

Alpine Lake List: Solitude Isn’t So Solitary — Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

I took a flat,
0.8 mile
saunter,
a not bored walk
on a boardwalk
around Silver Lake.

By the time I’d finished
I’d seen:
A moose cow and her calf;
Two squirrels;
New pussy willows;
One fish carcass;
Haze from a green wood campfire;
Two doe mule deer;
A reflecting lake;
A distant bridal photo shoot;
A towhee;
Two killdeer in flight;
Two beaver (one slap happy);
Three mallards in flight;
An aspen freshly felled by the beavers;
One hen mallard on her nest;
Three ducklings under her wing;
A patch of yellow columbines;
Sunset on mountain peaks;
Glowing new green on an aspen grove;
A rushing, raging, roaring mountain stream;
A new place to enjoy.

I failed to thank my tour guide,
a Dad who taught me to look,
and God.

Snowy Romantic Evening: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

All the potential /
Of a gentle, snowy night/
Fades with solitude.

Or

All romance promised/
With a gentle, snowy night/
Fades in solitude.

Glad Alone: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

This morning, alone,/
everything I see and hear/
fills me with gladness.

Missing Sailing Friends, Enjoying Solitude: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

On breezy days like/
today, I miss sailing friends,/
enjoy solitude.

OR

Breezy times like now /
make me miss sailing friends but
love my solitude

Solitude Creative Loneliness Solution: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry

At Solitude/
is where she creates,/
rejoices,/
finds satisfaction,/
is praised/
and known./

In solitude/
is how she lays,/
sleeps,/
weeps,/
stays alone./

She could fone.

Romancing Our Keyboards: A Revolutionary Email Sonnet Lament

Yet another weekend ev’n is past;/
The week soon starts again, too fast,/
Yet we sit, still, at our keyboard,/
and wonder why we are alone, tired, bored./
Or are we truly resolute and complete?/
Do we view/
our solitude/
as victory, not defeat?/
We may nurse our whine/
with wine;/
assuage our aged fear
with beer./
But if we, with our own company, are endeared,/
then why sit we, fingers dancing, quasi-romancing, here?