My Gardened, Watered: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

Decades after I turned
my first garden dirt
with a shovel,
clearing away sterile lawn
for food and scent and joy,
I didn’t know my last time,
the time at the helm
of a rototiller,
would be so emotional.

Someone else,
hopefully another family,
will now grow and prosper
in this garden,
in my once yard,
in this house,
where Smashing Pumpkins
and volunteer tomatoes
and lemon balm
and popcorn popping apricot trees
and temple roses
and forget-me-nots
and kornblumen
and black walnuts
and the Kirkland rhubarb hat fan club
once grew
and flourished
and prospered,
but where there are now
only rotted logs
and cut stumps
and smooth dirt
and the old mossed rock,
and memories.

And I will water my garden,
one last time,
with my tears.

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Where Was She Before? Romantic Blogging Sonnet Lament

A Nana’s deep words and photos
dance with and grip my soul:
Canada geese in flight. Moon rise.
An autumn river’s flow.

Unknown, she grew up and lives
amidst fall’s brightly-hued leaves.
Just as I, as a child, did:
captured by the spells that nature weaves.

She will live free (or die!)
As I did the Midwest.
She even wears the same boots as I!
We could be lovers (or twins at best).

But someone else has gone where I want to go.
I wish I was the one who’d met her long ago.

3 Good Alternatives: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

What if there is an/
alternative, and we are/
just too dang stubborn?
OR
What if there’s a good/
alternative and we’re too/
stubborn to grasp it?
or
stubborn to grab it?

Who I’m About: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

What if I write poems/
she thinks are about someone/
else, and they are not?

Truth Versus Opinion: Romantic Blogging Haiku

She’ll read my writing/
and think it’s about someone/
else, but it is not.

The Beach Fit Her: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

The beach fit her to /
a T, but evidently/
someone did. Not me

There’s No One, Including You: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

You, green,  think I have

/another. There’s no one else. /

You weren’t there, either.

Why She Stops: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

When she stops writing,/
calling, and longing, someone/
else has filled her needs.

Vaunted Saturday Slot: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

Someone else got her/
vaunted Saturday slot. I’m/
surprised how quickly.

Sharing Joy: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

I set her smiling./
She gets relaxed and happy./
So does someone else.