Posts Tagged ‘stare’

The Center Of The Universe: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 10, 2014

To you who stare and/
wonder in wonder if this/
is about you: No.

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Art Gallery Rocket Man In Serpia: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 12, 2014

Rocketship in serpia at the BYU Museum of ArtHe stares at the blank/
gallery wall. Only he/
sees the rocket ship.

Quitting Staring: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 17, 2013

Each morn and night I/
stare at my phone with knotted/
gut and tears. I’ll quit.

Blankly Staring Full Of Emotions: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

September 13, 2012

There are so many/
emotions I just blank stare/
with nothing to say.

Blank Screen, Black Water: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

August 28, 2011

Early morning staring./
Blank phone screen. Black smooth water./
Looking for answers.

Or
Waiting for answers

Staring Into A Void: Revolutionary Haiku

June 27, 2011

She stared into/
her void. Her guide had never/
seen such emptiness.

OR

She stared into/
the void. Guides never saw such/
possibilities.

Why My Battery Dies: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

May 19, 2011

You text me photos./
I stare and can’t stop myself./
Power is draining.

Blank Cell Phone Screen: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 16, 2011

I stare: Blank phone screen./
I wait for the buzz that says/
thoughts reached fingertips.

Sending An Unfair Photo: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick

February 24, 2011

I often take the chance to stare/
at the photo you sent when you cared./
It was meant to delight me,/
but now you don’t write me./
I don’t think it’s very fair.-

Staring at the Inner You: Revolutionary IMprov Poem

February 7, 2011

I wish I could figure out
how I feel about you
but I have no doubt
that I do feel about you.
I think that will suffice
and I’ll just be … nice.

(Oh, thou blonde vixen!
With decoutage’ rare!
How can we ignore you
and not stop and stare?!?!
But some of us
must avert our eyes,
and avoid the fuss;
not be surprised,
for to fully view you
would, like flamming rockets
our minds undo,
and burn our eyes from our sockets.)

To glimpse the regal majesty and stare
would take us into higher, rareified air.
Could we survive?
No, not in the least.
But ’twill be good to have been alive
and participated in your feast.