The Center Of The Universe: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

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

Experiencing More: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

The more that you see,/
the more that you sense, the more/
you’ll Experience.

Joining With Ohhhmmmm: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

The aboriginal digereedoo,
the tribal plains call,
the ohmmm of India and China.

The harmonic
sonic
of the Uni-
Verse.

Floating on my back
in Winneconne,
with my ears covered
by lake water,
facing the sunset,
“Wenn yaa! Wenn yaa hummmmmmm”
feels in harmony with
it all
and them all.

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Don’t Ever Not Dance: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Sonnet

I’ve been writing conTEXTing poetry for several years, but this is the first time I’ve been able to create a ConTEXTing Sonnet, forcing the sonnet’s abab / cdcd/ efef /gg rules into the 160 character limit of my cell phone’s text message/SMS limits

Don’t ever/
not dance,/
lest U never/
get that chance./

Try 2 hear/
the Universe say/
don’t fear/
2 give smiles away./

Grasp/
a chance/
2 gasp/
in romance./

U wait?/
2 late.

Vanishing Poetessa: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

She writes mind-bending/
verse, then vanishes, quiet,/
from my Universe.

Why I Write: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

I write because
I can’t stop.
It feels like me
to birth word-thoughts

Live into the universe,
screaming like newborns
with energy, life
and emotion.

If I were to cease,
like a woman in mid-labor cries,
I would scream in agony,
convulse, and die.

Not wanting to be found dead,
I choose to dream and write instead.

The Other Day From A Thousand Miles Away: Romantic Email Poetry

The other day
I drove by your street.
Not your old one
where I scared you
and intruded,
but the one named for you
in the desert,
where I’d stopped late at night,
thinking of you,
and took a photo
so long ago.

It made my heart ache
a little
to remember how much
you were in my life, then.
How much I cared.
How I was, for the first time,
trying so hard to learn just “to be”.
Or not.

How much I wanted to be your friend.
How much I loved hearing you say
“Dave Kuhns”.

I’ve read your text messages to me
several times.
They remind me
not to be
prickly.

Sometimes I read the poem
“You won’t like me when … ”
just to remember what it felt like
to be totally smitten
by a Wonder Woman.

I’ve long since stopped watching
for your texts,
your emails.
Stopped watching
your Facebook,
your life.

I’ve long since erased
texts from and to you,
so I won’t miss you, and
so I won’t upset you
any more.

A few weeks ago I was cleaning off
my desk
and found your photo CD.
“OH NO!” escaped from my lips
almost involuntarily,
as my heart recognized
and remembered
what my brain had hoped it
had forgotten.

At a Halloween dance last Friday
they played
“I just haven’t met you yet”.
I almost ran,
but instead, I danced with a blonde
named Sylvia
in a Marie Antoinette costume and wig.
Let them eat cake.
That song will always
be in my head,
reminding me of you.

The other night
I was telling someone,
for the first time,
a bedtime story.
It wasn’t about a woman
standing on the beach,
wrapped in cotton gauze,
feet grounded in the sand.

It was her story,
and she laughed
and thought I was funny,
and amazing,
how I could invent a deep,
rich,
poignant
prose poem
about a boat
in the desert.

But even as I told her tale,
I thought of that first bedtime story,
of your story,
of that night,
of the flowing, warm magic
you created
in my mind,
even as you were sleeping,
when the words poured from my lips
like thick, humid, warm tropical air;
When I felt the foam waves lapping on my feet;
heard the gentle pebbles rolling in the surf;
felt the warm sea breeze as it lifted the soft cotton
that surrounded you like a comforting quilt.

I’ve wished, sometimes,
that the story of you
grounding yourself
on the beach
could have been captured.
It was an amazing experience
at least for me.
Knowing you
was an amazing experience,
at least for me.

And for some reason,
tonight,
I wondered how you were doing;
how your new place was,
how your new life was.

So I looked up your Facebook and
behold and lo,
there you are.
Beautiful as ever.
Universe as ever.
Wonder Woman as ever.

Your melancholy eyes still
pierce my soul
from beneath that noble brow
and those wing-like eyebrows.
Your ruby red lips still tempt me,
closed.
And the sadness of your face
still calls to my hand,
reminding it
of one gentle, sweet, tender caress.

And once again,
tonight,
you and your family
will be in my prayers.

I’m a thousand miles away,
and I’m not invited,
nor even wanted,
and I honor that request.

But, once again,
I can’t help but be there,
at least in prayer.

What If 4 Once: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Iambic Poem

What if,/
4 once,/
relationships stayed?/
What if,
4 once,/
nobody strayed?/
What if,
4 once,/
the Universe obeyed/
our innermost desire/
2 hold passion’s fire/
4 once?

Answering The Door: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku(s)

If the Universe/
suddenly knocks at your door,/
learn how to answer!

(OR)
If the Universe/
suddenly knocks at your door,/
learn to say “Yes, please!”

(OR)
If the Universe/
suddenly knocks at your door,/
please welcome him in.

Dark Man, Center Of Her Universe: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

Written for a friend, to her husband who was away on a business trip:

Dark man, center of my universe:
We look at the stars the same,
the moon the same.

Tomorrow you and I will be together;
though apart, you carry my heart.