Category Archives: Revolutionary Poetry and Writing

About A Message Received On The Eve Of Leaving: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

On the eve of me leaving,
alone, for France,
Your surprise last message, grieving,
came. You took that chance.

Since then I’ve had to roam
to Vegas, Dallas, Orlando,
Bountiful and San Antone,
with thoughts of you as I go.

I have always intended
to sit down and write,
but as days and nights have blended,
it never feels right, quite.

For an answer takes deep thought, time, and caring
To pen honest words worthy of sharing.

RE: Subject: Poetry — Where My Poetry Went: Revolutionary Email Response Haiku

A friend wrote the following email:
“I apologize for intruding in your e-mail/life but I MISS YOUR POETRY SO MUCH! What happened to your one-a-day poem goal? I still check your blog at least once a day. WHEN you post, my heart starts beating & I relish every word! Then there is the day after day after day of….nothing. I hope all is well with you and you are just busy.
~A starving, yearning, craving, longing, ravenous, eager, hopeful, languishing (you get the drift) poetry fan.”

In response, several thoughts came up. This is probably the most correct (and profound):

She asked where and why/
my poems vanished. She never/
grasped her muse power.

A Soccer Seat Sonnet For RSL and Section XXVI: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet


When Dave’s seat choice is done/
it’s understood:/
There’s always fun!/
And fun is good!/

In the right section/
we can yell and scream!/
Insult goalie’s imperfection!/
and holler: “Go Team!”/

Your ticketed section/
shouldn’t impact your seat picks:/
Make a defection/
to Section Twenty-Six!/

That’s what I did!/
‘Cuz that’s where the fun is!