Open Top Floor Window: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

At the top of the /
stairs, an open window makes/
me ask: “What’s up there?”

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Moonbeams In My Bed: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

Moon streams her beams through/
my window, lays her head on /
my bed. She’s not you.

Windows Left Open: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

He can’t help hurting./
He’s like windows left open/
to both breeze and storm.

The Same View Though Convertible: Revolutionary Blogging Poetry

On a perfect,
cloudless
summer day,
before I drove away,
I pullled off
the convertible top
to better see
driving under trees,
and sky,
and buildings
going by.

A friend
got in,
and stared
forward
out the window.
She liked feeling
the wind blow
through her hair,
but only looked forward where
she always did before.
She couldn’t see more
than her previous view.
So I stopped,
and said “Look up!”
and showed her something new.

To see a surprise
view, look to the skies.

You Contemplating The Rain And You: Romantic Email Sonnet

It’s not strange
to stay up late
listening to the rain
splash on window grates.

To fondly gaze
at phone photos of you
and feel the haze
of the magic that you do.

To relax by sitting alone,
to meditate;
to stare at a phone
and contemplate.

Will you think it weird if I call?
No! It’s not absurd at all.