She's Seeking Someone She's Met: Romantic Improv Email Poetry

She’s seeking
someone she’s already met.

So there was a guy, see,/
who met a woman so intelligent and witty/
that, like Windsong, he couldn’t get her off his mind./
She was intelligent, interesting,/
and, like Muriel, oh, so refined….

What she didn’t know about him was he could float/
his watercraft, as well as her boat./
Pitch a tent and not perspire;/
with one match create a bonfire;
Hike to Rattlesnake Ledge … and higher;/
He’d learned to alpine ski/
when he was barely three,/
but t’was in flat Wisconsin,
where he learned again
to cross-country ski
at ten.

As a professional writer and communicator,
he’d learned of the power of words, and more;
but he also learned to be romantic
in a gentle, not frantic
way;
to say
words which were kind;
thoughts which caressed the mind
and heart.
Because that kind
of caring
and soulful sharing
is a big part
of what the email’s receiver will find
if she’ll take a chance here,
and answer.

Late Night Thinking Oops: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

A series of Haiku, the first sent at 1:06 a.m., followed by two more observations at 8:08 and 8:23 a.m.
I can’t stop thinking/
on an intellect I met./
It must be karma.
————–
Alas, too late did/
I see, no fan was she of/
late night poetry.
——————-
The late-night haiku/
didn’t do for her what I’d/
hoped it would. We’re through.