Posts Tagged ‘surprise’

Hidden Pleasure In Springville: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 16, 2017

My office: It’s the/
hidden surprises in life/
that make me happy.My hidden office, upstairs at the Springville Museum of Art

I’m Not Powerful Enough To Ruin Lives: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 12, 2017

Can I ruin the /
life of another or just/
change the road they’re on?

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?

Tripping In Paradise Pain: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

January 12, 2017

She trips paradise/
with a married man. I’m shocked/
how much goodbye hurts.

Surprising Change Of Direction: Revolutionary Rhyming IMprov Haiku

January 9, 2017

It’s sad we reject/
the choice others make to loose/
their voice and not hide.

Glad For Strong Teeth: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

January 3, 2017

When Dad leaves lic’rice/
out, beware of biting black/
magic marker caps.Black licorice and a black magic marker cap, Jan. 2017

Corn Fields, Canada Geese, Sandhill Cranes, Me Surprised: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

November 15, 2016

I took the Road Less/
Traveled and learned: Sandhill Cranes/
graze in fields here, too.

Stupid Good Over Bad Maybe: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

November 8, 2016

I admit being/
surprised. I’d hoped stupid good/
might win out. Maybe!

Surprise And Joy At A Fireside: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Free Verse

August 28, 2016

How oft/
have we gathered,/
’tis eventide,/
to listen to calm,/
soothing/
music,/
followed by/
pulpit thunder.

What a great surprise/
and fun joy/
to expect deeply spiritual
teaching,
but first
get Broadway show tunes
and ragtime
from the pulpit instead.

Some wouldn’t applaud.
(It’s the chapel, you know!)
But those
in the know
held up Fosse Fingers
and waved Jazz Hands.

More Violent Lake: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 8, 2016

Just when you think that/
the lake can’t get any more/
violent, it does.
Violent west wind whitecaps on Lake Winneconne, Wisconsin