Posts Tagged ‘wave’

I Call This One Ohhhhhmmmmmm: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

February 20, 2015

Lake Winneconne Ohhhhmmmm at Sunset, summerI call this photograph

I never posted it before,
because I knew
no one would get it.

Wisconsin lake water
covering my ears,
the universal harmonic call.

Sound waves
with lake waves
with brain waves
with heart waves.


It was never posted before.
No one would get it.

She will.


I Didn’t Expect Her To Wave Back: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 4, 2015

As I drove by, I/
waved at the whitefaced cow. She/
watched and wagged her ear.

Beach Control-Alt-Delete Reset: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 17, 2014

Wading in the waves to reset my inner peaceful: Mission Beach (San Diego) - Oct 2014Eternal rhythms/
of waves and wind reset my/
internal peaceful.

Rural Road Tractor Driver: Revolutionary ImproVerse Hiaku

January 24, 2014

Why did I wave at/
the farmer on the tractor?/
Because he feeds me.

Windy, Wavy Winneconne Wisconsin: Romantic IMproVerse Poetic Lament

October 26, 2013

Wild Winneconne waves and wind wantingI wander,
in the midst of wild space,
and Wisconsin winds,
and Winneconne waves,
for one
who will wonder,
and who would want
and we.

She went

She left.

Heavenly Waves: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 21, 2013

It’s a good morning/
when you can greet sunrise and/
moonset together.

It’s a great morning/
when you greet sunrise, moonset/
and flag all at once.

Old Testament Principles: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 30, 2013

The corn long-ago/
harvested, I got a wave/
in the gleaners’ rows.

Spanish Waves: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 6, 2013

Waves on the San Sebastian Breakwater, SpainThree Spanish women/
walking on the strand, time waves/
captured forever.

1 a.m. Approach Into SLC: Romantic Rhyming ConTEXTing Haiku

January 25, 2013

I wonder if you/
saw me wave at you as I/
flew over your head.

Waving At A Flying V: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 2, 2012

Having a ragtop
lets you wave at the geese V,
hoping they don’t bomb.

With my ragtop down,/
I wave at the geese V and/
hope they don’t bomb me.