When you cut down words
I speak to my grandchild, I/
stop playing with them.
Monthly Archives: March 2021
I Must Write, Right? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
When your quest is to
help folks see and create more,
you must do that, write?
Fireflies’ Welcome Home: Nature Observation Haiku
As if to welcome/
me home to Georgia’s warm night,/
the fireflies came out.
The Same Sun Shines North And South: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
That same Sun that shines /
south of the Mason-Dixon/
warms Wisconsin lakes.
Lessons Learned Traveling Alone: IMprov Haiku Lament
“It is not good for/
man to be alone” can mean/
for the short term, too.
Accepting Old People Where They Are: Revolutionary Prose
A Facebook friend posted this thought: “You don’t need to “orient” the elderly, even if they have dementia. Spend time with them where they are at … even if it’s 1959. Ask them about what they do remember.” To which I responded:
“When my grandmother was going through that phase, where she couldn’t remember things even a few minutes after they happened, I had this thought: Old people get to that phase so they can pass their knowledge and wisdom and stories from long long ago onto to the next generation. She could remember the name of her four-year-old best friend, but she couldn’t remember what she had for breakfast that morning. So I asked her about her four-year-old neighbor and her childhood and the first time she saw an airplane. I learned how to fillet a fish. I played endless hours of cribbage and listened to stories and got to ask questions and watch her face light up as she remembered things she hadn’t thought of in decades. I spent months going through the years of 1920 to 1990 with her, looking at old photo albums, making video and audio recordings. She talked about those memories and photos as if the events captured had happened yesterday. Because to her, they probably had. It was an amazing experience.
As a result my children have heard and know more “Grandma stories” than my father, her eldest son. I’m grateful I took the time to listen about yesterday, instead of trying to force her into today.”
Fake News Fawning Gag: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku Lament
Visit liberal/
relatives. Watch media/
fawn o’er Biden. Gag.
Feeling Old Suspenders: Revolutionary Haiku Lament
My dad bequeathed me/
his suspenders. Now I look/
as old as he feels.
From Death, New Life: Revolutionary Nature Observation Haiku
From Death springs new Life./
Logs lay amidst leaves where they/
were left. What grows next?
I Yearn To Earth Connect: Nature Observation Poem
My soul is yearning/
to be returning/
to grounding/
and earth-connecting.