Sonnet Response to Those Shoes! Those Feet!

A friend wrote a blog posting about shoes. This was my improv sonnet response.

As with every walk
you talk
about,
you leave no doubt.
With your pointed
solefulness,
and well-heeled tongue,
one
never has to guess
where
you’re going on life’s journey fair;
just what you’re wearing to get there.

Waiting Outside Your Cave: A Revolutionary Improv Blog Poem

I, brave,
try to visit your cave.
There,
at the entrance,
entranced,
I feel the air
rush past
and, holding fast,
I let it carry me, aware
that what I’ll see
will be
memory;
knowing the words I gave
will lay on the floor of your cave.

Non-Saccharin Patience is Rocket Fuel: A Romantic Reverse Sonnet

She might mistake my self-control and patience
for kindness and saccharin sweetness.
 
I don’t expect the woman to hold back.
In fact, I beg her to release, to relax,
to accept, to experience the shiv
er of all that I have to offer, all that I can give.
 
I want her to feel the intensity I can provide
with one brush of the tip of one finger
for just the right length, as it glides
to just the right place, where it patiently lingers.
 
And when she’s sent to another planet,
I want to be on that ship and man it.
I want to put her in orbit there,
or continue the journey with her elsewhere.