On The Beach, In The Woods, Up A Creek: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Some say my life was/
confusion. They never saw/
me dream, walking here.

Waking Up Sick: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

My eyes are caked shut./
The only vision I have/
is what God shows me.

Her Picture On The Side Of The Page: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

She hovers on the/
side of my page, like a sprite/
or vision or dream.

Beauty’s Vision: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Every vision of/
her beauty makes my stomach /
capture butterflies.

Too Late Understanding Howl: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Poetic Lament

Tonight I howled at the moon,
where I had once gathered firewood
for us,
for s’mores,
but now there will be
no more.

Howling and
screaming and
yelling
until
I couldn’t see
through my tears.

Then I pulled off
the road and howled
some more as I watched
my dreams
and visions
and hopes
and the waxing moon
disappear behind a giant cottonwood tree,
until the Union Pacific’s
long,
low moaning whistle
drowned out my own howling
at the moon
and the dreams
that had disappeared.

And when I was done,
when my howling had ended,
I drove long and slow
down that old swamp path,
eye and eye nearly swollen shut,
caked with dust
that had dried up
in these desert fields,
dried up and blown away,
not like a dream deferred,
but like a vision
and a hope
sacrificed on an altar
of obedience
I wasn’t quite ready
nor prepared
to kneel at.

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Something Wonderful –> Adding To A Meme: Revolutionary IMprov Prose

A friend posted this meme on her Facebook. I told her “I don’t think that goes far enough.”
Here’s what I think:
“Always believe something wonderful is about to happen … again.
Always see that something wonderful is happening.
Always be grateful for the wonderful that has happened.”

For My Eyes Only (I Hope): Romantic Blogging Iambic Poem

She sent me
A selfie.
I gasped,
struggling hard to grasp
the beauty
of the vision laid before me.

Skin gold with Rembrandt’s light.
Mona Lisa’s smile sly with delight.
Flowing Botticelli Venus tangled hair.
Picasso’s Laughing Eyes sparkling stare.

Colors, shapes, forms and hues
Glowing, curving, warm, subdued.
A creative, introspective self-portrait.
(Nobody would expect that I’d see that.)

From the mature topic picture I was sent,
T’was not to the profane, but the artistic my mind went.

True Vision: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I’m just waiting for/
someone to see me the way/
that I truly am.

Seeing In Holy Places: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Standing in holy/
places lets me see the view/
God wants me to have.

Her Hair, My Heart: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

She quickly departed/
to dry her hair./
The thoughts she started/
were just dropped there.

With her cool ridge muse
of dream opiate,
she left me confused,
yet not able to forget.

Her thoughts brushed free visions/
and imaginationings;/
combed life revisions/
and hope awakenings.

Like golden braids without an end or a start,
she’s woven inspired thoughts through my mind and heart.