Posts Tagged ‘Tahiti’

Where’s The Beach? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

October 19, 2017

Tahiti-bound, my/
landlord tells me: Whale season/
starts!” Coincidence?

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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.

Just Let Her Go — She’s Further Gone Than I Knew: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

January 12, 2017

When she says she’s too /
rushed to talk before she leaves,/
she’s already gone.

Selfless Paridise Pity Party: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

January 12, 2017

I won’t ruin their /
paradise by telling her/
about my heart ache.

Tripping In Paradise Pain: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

January 12, 2017

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

Bon Voyage He Waves: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

January 12, 2017

I’m kind enough to/
facilitate her paradise/
with another* man.
OR
with a married man.

Trying Nothing In Paradise Or Utah: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Lament

January 12, 2017

Today she heads to Paradise/
with a married guy./
How nice!

She says she won’t try /
nothing,
and when she returns/
after 2 weeks with sand /
and sunburns, /
neither will I.

Embrace A Strange Place: Revolutionary ImproVerse Prose

January 11, 2017

A friend was going to a Polynesian island with a man she barely knew and his family. She said “I’m a bit afraid. I’m going to be surrounded by strangers, in a foreign country, with a man I don’t know.”
Since she is from Oklahoma, I reminded her what that state’s native son, Will Rogers, said: “A stranger is just a friend I haven’t met yet.”
Then I said:
When you get to the country, that new place, go, go out onto the beach, or in the woods, or a garden, or even on your balcony. Stand and face the rising or the setting sun, or the stars, or the moon, or the cloudy sky. Face the heavens.
Put your bare feet apart slightly wider than your shoulders. If you’re on the beach, put your feet in the sand, right where the waves spend their last bit of energy, where the seafoam and the wet sand moves beneath your toes and embraces your feet.
Tilt your head back to find the sun or the light or the sky. Feel the air. Close your eyes.
Raise both your arms out sideways, hands toward the light and sky, palms out, fingers spread wide, hands slightly higher than your shoulders, as though you were giving an old friend a huge hug. Breathe deep, in through your mouth and nose, deeply, and feel the vibe, the flow, of the place you are in. Connect, deeply. Open your mouth and OMMMM or YAWP or vocalize in the harmonic you feel.
As you feel the air, the wind, sense the scents, maybe wrap your arms gently but firmly around the Spirit you feel, cradle it, embrace it.
There is a certain spirit, harmonic, note in each place. Each place on earth has a unique feel, a special, sacred note. Just as a musical note sounds different played by trombone, piano, organ, clarinet or harmonica, so is the earth’s song the same, yet different in each place.
You can be jarred by it, because it doesn’t feel like where YOU are from, but if you reach out and embrace it, hear it feel it touch it, introduce yourself to it, and be introduced to it, you will connect with it. When you do, that foreign country, that new place, will become part of you, and you will become part of it. You will not be a stranger in a strange land, but an honored and welcome friend the land hadn’t met yet.
And you’ll understand why the natives are smiling.”

Doing Tahiti: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament

January 7, 2017

I won’t be greedy./
She can do what or who she/
wants. Like Tahiti.