Posts Tagged ‘weep’

America The Beautiful In Springville: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

June 14, 2017

When you are
in a rose garden
with Abe,
a great spirit warrior,
the Spirit of Life,
a foal and moose,
Paul Revere,
the setting sun,
and America the Beautiful,
you can’t help but weep
with gratitude and joy,
even when a teenaged church class
comes rushing through,
looking for Love
in all the wrong places.
Springville Museum of Art Sculpture Garden -- America the Beautiful


Hands Of Praise Raised At Home: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 2, 2016

Raising hands of praise at home -- Watching ConferenceA great benefit /
of home worship is raising/
hands in praise, weeping.

Flying To The City Of New Orleans, Crying: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

August 21, 2015

As I wait to fly/
to N’awleans, my daughter’s/
note moves me to tears.

We Honor You Thus: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

May 1, 2015

I also weep, bow,/
and write “Organ Donor” on/
my driver’s license.Chinese doctors bow in respect to an organ donor

You Make Me Weep: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

November 19, 2014

How would it be to inspire men to weep, artist?How would it be/
to be/
an artist who makes/
people weep/
with the beauty/
you create?

Not Knowing Fear: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 6, 2014

I’m sobbing in the/
shower. It might not be him,/
but it’s someone’s child.

Spontaneous Cure Combustion: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 21, 2014

Springtime. Hometown. New/
life. Renewal. How can I/
help but weep for joy?

Centering Tree: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 25, 2013

Centering tree on the shores of Lake Winneconne, where I heard Spring come, and watched Fall leaveCottonwood trees on the shore of Lake Winneconne. Where I heard spring comeIt’s the same tree, the /
same place I heard spring come. Now/
fall’s here. I weep joy.

I Can Relate: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 3, 2013

You weep for best friends
who won’t be there anymore.
I know how that feels.

You weep for friends who
aren’t there for you anymore.
I know that pain, too.

Thanks To My Daughter’s Friend: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

September 23, 2012

I wept so hard I could almost not dictate this.

I walk gratefully,
into her house,
where my daughter’s guardian angel
stands watch.

Skin falls off
boiling plums
and young old bones
and her parents tell me
that they would give everything
to have their daughter back.
But since they can’t
they will give me what they can,
what their angel daughter
told them to give,
to make sure her friend,
my daughter,
doesn’t leave.

I stand on an island,

It is only much later
that I can weep
tears of gratitude,
for I have already wept
tears of sorrow
for their loss.

because of their daughter’s love,
and angelic soul,
they won’t have to weep
for mine.