Blue Screen Blues: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

I am drawn deeply and/
completely into the/
techno blue screen blues.

Empty Coop: Revolutionary Improv Haiku Lament

They are gone, all gone.
First two, then all. Our great joy
turns into sorrow.

Such A Loss: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Her hands made art, wrote/
words. Now they’ve taken who she/
*was, not all she’ll be.

OR
*was and all she’d be.

I Thought I Was Done Cleaning House! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

You sorrow knowing/
you have more stuff to get rid/
of than you just did.

What Tears Are These, Shed? Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

He was not surprised /
that she made him cry, but these /
were not tears of joy.

Sliding Glass Door Requiem: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Lament

Oh, goldfinch!
Bright yellow cheer-bringer,
Flash of color
even in winter’s darkest days.

Too late I moved toward
The sliding glass door
Where you would have seen my shadow
And veered away.

Instead:
Thunk.
“Oh no nonono!”
I cry
and reach for you,
fallen,
as your glowing tail feathers
fan out wide
in a blaze of color,
then close as tight
as your dainty feet,
curled.

You are still warm
as I hold you,
tiny,
in the palm of my hand.

Tears well up
as I wait,
hoping.

But your eyes stay open,
fixed and dilated,
and even as I hold you,
admiring your bright gold feathers
and the tiny streaks of red on your breast
that I’ve never noticed before,
you grow cold in my hand.

I place you
tenderly,
at the base of the daffodils
which mimic your radiant glory,
but which,
like you,
are starting to fade away.

Hopeless Romantics Repent! Romantic Email Sonnet

I see so many dating profiles where people categorize themselves as being a “Hopeless Romantic”. To such women, I wrote this:

Nobody/
should ever be/
a hopeless romantic./
That would be tragic./

Always be hopeful.
Then life’s more full.
Others will draw near
when we’re full of cheer.

The optimistic me
is who women would rather see.
And it also is true:
I prefer a hopeful you.

It brings me heartfelt sorrow and duress
to watch romantics wallow in hopelessness.

Validation From The One: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

It’s sad my daughter’s/
validation must come from/
others, not the One.

False Confidence Dashed: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

It brings sorrow when/
you think you can do something/
well, and learn: You suck!

4 A.M. Sorrow: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

He’s sad he can’t sneak/
down the long corridor and/
hug* her this early.