Drawing Her In: Romantic IMprov Haiku

“”He’s impractical,/
forward, quirky … and draws me/
in like moths to flame.”

An Unusual Man: Romantic IMprov Haiku

“He is,” she mused to/
herself, “a most unusual/
man. I could like that.”

More pink roses with/
no one to send them to, but/
looking makes me smile.

Who was that old fat/
Buddha there sitting on his/
pink porcelain chair?

She was proud that she/
had played a large part in the/
dam bursting open.

There’s a near full moon/
out tonight. If you’d let me,/
I’d call and recite. 🙂

Thinking she’d return
for cobbler, I froze peaches/
last year. She didn’t.
OR

Thinking she’d return/
for cobbler, last year I froze/
peaches. She didn’t.

Like rivulets from/
the shower coursing down your/
body are my hands.
OR
Like rivulets from/
the shower coursing down her/
body are his hands.

If I looked like an/
Adonis, would that make you/
be much less cautious?

Will there ever be/
a time when Jackie Chan stops/
doing his own stunts?