Two Neighborhoods. Two Sounds. Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Most neighborhoods have/
singing birds. Mine has freeway/
truck noise. Should I move?

Your Christmas Gift, Part 2: Revolutionary Blogging Poem

Read
my words.
Hear
my voice.
Remember
feelings
I wove
through your life
with thoughts,
touch,
smell,
sound,
taste,
and every
sensory
perception
possible.

Count the bubbles.
Feel the goo.
Recall how
you were lifted,
elevated,
made to feel
and laugh
again.

You’re gone:
Out of touch.
Out of reach.
But not out of mind.

So, this Christmas,
all I can give you
is what I gave you.
I only ask
that you
remember.

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Like The Sound Of Rain: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

The rain falls in sheets,/
like waving drapes. Wet pours down./
You would like the sound.