I’m really good at/
splitting Midwest fireplace wood./
That keeps us both warm.
Category Archives: Revolution email Poetry
Sing Deep From Your Soul: Revolutionary Email Haiku
Now that your heart is/
broken, reach deep into your/
soul and start singing.
Sympathy As A Friend Passes: Revolutionary Email Rhyming Haiku
Death’s just a gate, but/
to we who must wait, it’s a/
wall we wet with tears.
Describing Earth Art: Revolutionary Email Haiku
If she creates art/
in, with, and on the earth, may/
I describe her muse?
Reasons To End Things: Revolutionary Emailing Haiku
Of all the reasons/
made for ending things, trusting/
your feelings is best.
Does Lonely Beget Anger? Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem
Does lonely beget anger?
Do we all stand up
and beg to be noticed
even as we hide?
Does attention-getting
beget rejection?
And the more we try
to be accepted,
the more distant
and lonely
we become?
No wonder
we are ticked off
at each other.
But who notices
except us?
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.
Speaking In Absolutes: Revolutionary Email Limerick
Speak no more in absolutes,
but simply be more resolute:
We both made mistakes,
yet we have what it takes
to, in the future, be more astute.
Albion Alpine Autumn: Revolutionary Email Sonnet
Like a woman reading
In her soft, quilted bed,
With warm, golden lamp light
Glowing ’round her head,
So do fall’s fading flowers
Of Albion’s alpine meadows shine
As they show off late beauty
At sunset, one last time.
For soon a warm blanket,
Soft, deep and white,
Will form a safe coverlet
And protect them both at night.
Then, the brightness of morning and spring
Will amaze the eyes with the beauty waking brings.
Smelling Prejudice: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
Today I got an email from a relative, entitled “How to catch Obama”. It shows a box trap with a watermelon attached to the trigger.
Having just seen the movie “The Help”, I can only agree with Malcolm X, who wrote that the deepest, worst prejudice doesn’t come from the South, but is hidden in the North … until it is exposed.
To smell prejudice,
don’t search deep in Southern swamps.
Mother’s emails reek.