Posts Tagged ‘Suffering’

She Called 1 Minute Early: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

April 1, 2017

If I set up a/
deadline not met, am I strong/
enough to act right?

Eating Out Alone: Romantic Free Verse ImproVerse Poem Lament

April 1, 2017

I love to eat out,
but this was a different
type of meal,
a spiritual Feast, really,
and I longed to share it
with somebody I cared about,
someone who enjoyed the same cuisine
(or so i thought.)

I reached out to her
time
and time
again
but there was never
any response;
never
any indication
that she
was having
the same feelings.

At last,
as I waited for dessert,
(knowing she was not
going to partake,)
I realized
that she and I
were not looking
at the same menu.
I thought
that she might not even
be hungry.
Or that maybe
she might be eating out
elsewhere.

I learned,
again,
and was reminded,
again,
that the gut-wrenching feeling,
the butterflies,
in my stomach,
that familiar feeling
that had come around
for over a decade
was not caused by her,
nor by my hunger,
but was a result,
as it had been
so often in the past,
of my silliness,
my over-indulgent intensity.

So I asked for the check
and left.

Waiting For Support: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

March 29, 2017

She knew it would be/
a tough evening. She lent him/
no support. Bye bye.

Painful Garage Discoveries: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Lament

March 2, 2017

They fell out
of an old cardboard box,
in a pile, onto the floor.
It was like that scene
from Garfield’s Christmas.

I, too, found a stack
of old love letters,
written from she who now,
as I move her out of her life,
must be obeyed;
she who I betrayed.

I’d forgotten,
(or maybe I never knew,)
how much she loved
me.

Her words tell me.
Surprise me.

Now,
nearly four decades later,
I can only stand
in the messed up
and cluttered garage
the cold, damp space
that still holds,
for a little while longer,
the life
which we shared.

There,
amid piles
of old,
handwritten papers,
scarcely daring to read
those words she wrote
decades ago,
I weep bitter tears of
sorrow,
guilt,
pain,
and deep remorse.

She’ll never know
how sorry I am.
How could she?
Until this moment,
I didn’t even know.
I found some old love letters on the garage floor

Calling A Date A Date: Romantic ImproVerse Iambic Poem Lament

February 15, 2017

When she flew with a married guy/
to Paradise, I didn’t cry.
Why?
I was just waiting.
Now she at least admits:
They’re dating.

Yes, it’s the pits.
But don’t be alarmed.
I won’t lay awake at night,
nor fight
a battle of wits
with someone who’s half armed.

Ascending Prayers For A Mamma’s Boy: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku Lament

February 15, 2017

Prayers are ascending/
for him, because we are all/
Mammas boys at heart.

To Be So Caring It Randomly Hurts: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

February 3, 2017

It’s hard for me to/
fathom why my heart hurts for/
one I don’t know well.*

OR
*someone I just met.

AND
Why/
do I/
empathize?/
Is that a surprise?/
Or just me/
and charity?

Why Would I Fall? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

January 12, 2017

As she leaves, she quips:/
“Don’t fall in love”. It’s too hard/
when your heart’s breaking.

Why She Didn’t Call: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

January 12, 2017

I squeeze each moment/
to talk with her. She’s anxious/
to squeeze someone else.