My Chemistry Romance Invitation: Email Poem Series

[She said]:
You might be rather witty
You could be lots of fun
But if we don’t share chemistry
I’ll still be on the run

I do not doubt
that your rhyme is true.
We should find out
for both me and you.

Then you must have time
to make up a rhyme
asking for coffee or tea
so you can finally meet me

You said you’d be back
after the Easter break
(if I haven’t
made a horrific mistake),
and that you’d contact me then
to let me know when
you were back in town
and up for hangin’ around.
So I’m waiting.
Antici . . . pating.

Strong Siberian Late Winter Wind: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

The strong late winter wind/
blew through me,/
and turned me around again,/
like she never would do me./

It forced upon me at last,
though probably much too late,/
the formidable, daunting task/
of setting my bearings straight./

Like tree branches which are at first/
slowly by breezes unfurled,/
but then by the storm at its worst,/
ripped apart and hurled;/

So my life and emotions were washed away again/
by she who blew through me like the strong late winter wind.