Posts Tagged ‘waves’

Rocks, Waves, White Plumes: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 11, 2017

Even amidst the/
rocks and waves of life, you can/
still find your white plume.
Waves, rocks and white plume at Winneconne WI


Rock Stack Under Wave Attack: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 1, 2016

Rock Stack with Builder's Shadow and West Wind Waves, Lake Winneconne, WisconsinThe builder had to /
admire his work quick, before/
Nature destroyed* it.

Blue Head Shaken, Not Stirred: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

December 18, 2014

She shakes her head, and/
like sunlight reflected/
off waves, I’m blinded.

Lake Michigan Approach: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

July 25, 2014

We fly over waves/
that have rocked me to sleep. I’d/
be good dying here.

Where’s The Beach: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

May 31, 2014

BeachWithinReach_UtahLakeMay2014I don’t care what kind/
of beach I find, just so it’s/
a beach within reach.
Floating Utah Lake and Spanish Fork River with Mt. Timp in the Background

Waves In Our Lives: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

December 25, 2013

Waves in the water and sky Christmas Day, 2013, Juanita Bay, Kirkland, WAThere may be waves in/
our lives that aren’t made on the/
ocean or lake shore.*
*pond, lake or ocean.

The Hammock By The Lake: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 24, 2013

The wind blowing, birds
chirping, leaves rustling and waves/
lapping make me sleep.

Waves Like Mom’s Lullabye: Revolutionary Improv Video Poem

May 25, 2012

Like Mom’s lullabye,/
the rhythm of Wisconsin/
lulls me to sleep.


waves rocks me to sleep.

click on the link to see the video of the waves

Diving Into Varying Waves: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry

May 3, 2011

Waves roll in./
Each offers a new chance:
creative fire,
U dont know which 1
U’ll hit.
Does it matter?

Different Islands, Same Homelands: Revolutionary Email Poem

November 23, 2010

You have honored me
with your poetry
Island Girl.

Though I have never been,
I long, now, to return again
with you.

The islands of my soul
Are in the land of midnight Sol,
like yours, “sen”.

Dansk, or Norsk,
or tropical, we were forced
back to the desert.

So when the waves lap on distant shores,
and you hear my voice in it, and I yours,
maybe we can go, together,

And discover the islands
and the true homelands
of our soul and heart.

Just you and me,
Island Girl.