It’s ironic how,/
in the Great Basin, Christ’s church/
is full of judging.
Monthly Archives: January 2012
Let Your Voice Shine On! Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku
My niece has a Facebook page and website called “The Shine Project”. (also at www.myshineproject.com). Today she asked readers to comment on what we were doing to “Be the Change We Want to See in the World”. In response, I wrote this summary of what I’d done to “Be the Change”. Then I improv’d this blogging rhyming haiku:
This morning I wrote (again) in my blog (cyranowriter.wordpress.com). Since the Inauguration, when I started my goal of writing a prose or poem thought a day, I’ve written more than 2500 pieces. I’ve discovered my voice. More importantly, I’ve helped others “Shine” by encouraging them to discover THEIR writing and creative voices.
You have your own voice./
Today, and daily, make the/
choice. Have your words heard.
OR
make the/
choice to have it heard.
Gazing In Vain: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament
Gazing at my phone./
Waiting for a call that won’t /come.
I think she’s done.
Not Missing U: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
Sometimes I wonder/
what it would be like to not /
miss U any more.
Getting Your Quiet Request: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
You asked me to be/
quiet and leave you alone./
You got your request.
Boring Church Talk Pearl: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
The travelogue church /
talk droned on and on. One pearl/
made boredom worthwhile.
Who I Sit Next To In Church: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
As I sit in church/
next to my goodly parent/
I feel gratitude.
Or
My spirit’s grateful.
Feeling Guilt In A Lived Life: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
Why do I feel guilt/
for not seeing you when we/
have our lives to live?
You Don’t Know Where I’m Going: Revolutionary Improv Haiku
Don’t ask me to come/
back if you don’t know where I’m/
joyfully going.
What Are Words Worth? Sundance Film Festival Entry: Revolutionary IMprov Ideas
Fill is a middle-aged wordsmith who wasted his passion for words writing romance poetry to a too-busy, analytical wife and making up non-scensical, Sesame Street-type rhymes to amuse his now-grown children.
When divorce and an empty nest let him consider other options, he makes up a cheap Lucy Van Pelt-like sign, “The Improv Poet is IN!”, stands on street corners, and does poetic, usually iambic commentary on people passing by.