Nothing Silly About It: Revolutionary IMprov Prose

A friend said “Thank you for being so kind about my silly poem.” I responded:
The only silly poems
are the ones we are ashamed of,
so we hold them
inside
and they grow
and fester
and give us ulcers.

And that’s silly.

Gurken Lurkin' : Revolutionary Improv Pickle Poetry

Another in a series of Improv veggie poetry I made up for my kids when they were much younger. By the way, gurken, gherkin, gherken, etc., is German and sometimes Yiddish for pickle.

There’s a gurken lurkin’
on my plate!
A gurken lurkin’;
it looks great!
A gurken lurkin’;
I can’t wait
to eat my
lurkin’ gurken!

My Inspiration Is Your Fault: Romantic IMprov Poetry

If you’d stop being so inspiring,
then I’d probably stop writing!
But every word that you write or speak
falls like water on a barren and bleak
desert, and has the creative power
to make the desert bloom
and my mind’s prairie flower.

So think not that I’m conspiring
to better you, when you’re inspiring!

Yeah, It's About You … Again: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

Yes, I sent you
a hidden haiku
late last night.
I hope it was alright.

You don’t have to wonder,
as I drifted off to slumber,
what it was about, or who.
The subject and object? Yeah, it’s you.

Not that you’re objectified
when I gaze at the inside
of my eyelids.
I felt inspired to write, so I did.

Why do I never send these to you directly?
Keeping them hidden leads to romantic subtlety.