Posts Tagged ‘sun’

Grandma Loves: Revolutionary Iambic Poetry

April 30, 2013

A friend was telling me about her grandchildren, and how she describes, to them, her love for them as individuals. As she spoke what she said to each grandchild, I could hear the iambic rhythms … so I put together a poem for her. This is what she said:

I love you to the moon and back./
I love you brighter than the sun./
I love you more than there are stars in the sky./
I love you to Infinity and beyond.

Don’t Stop Believing — He Knows: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 13, 2013

Don’t stop believing./
Like sun’s rise, moon’s glow, sea’s tide,
God knows who you are.

A Little Music: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 3, 2013

I wait, top down in/
the sun, while she $hops. Eine/
Kleine Schlafsmusik*.
Eine Kleine Shopmusik.

Always Writing Correct Form Haiku: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

December 5, 2012

She asked if I could.
Like sun comes up behind clouds,
I’ll not always show.

You Were In The Breeze And Sun: Romantic IMprov Haiku

November 21, 2012

The gentle breeze pushed/
me ‘neath the warm sun. With full/
sail, I thought of you.

Two Lake Sun Greetings: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

June 29, 2012

I have greeted the /
morning and evening Sun; said /
hello, waved goodbye

On A North Carolina Beach: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

March 26, 2012

She gazes eastward./
Surf, sun, sand, sea rise and fall./
Her breathing’s mirrored.

Moments of Awe: Romantic IMprov Haiku

February 1, 2012

Moments of awe: Suns /

set. Moons rise. You touch me. Oft,/

I can find no words.

Jealous Of Pooled Puppy Grandkids Summer: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

June 25, 2011

Summer time sun, pool, puppy and grandkids

How fun! I’m jealous/
of grandkids, pool and sun, but/
mostly the puppy.

How I Enjoy My Weekends Destroyed: Romantic Blogging Sonnet Lament

May 13, 2011

How I enjoy
my weekends destroyed.
It’s simple, really.
First, just thrill me,

Then don’t write at all.
Don’t email, text or call.
Just let me contemplate
your silence. Make me wait.

That way, as I’m out in the sun,
trying my hardest to have fun
even though I’m without you,
I’ll be, still, thinking about you.

From sunrise to moonset it’ll make me lose focus
thinking about solo mio that once was us.