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.

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!

Teach Me With Your Smile: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

 Will you teach me,

 and let me see

 how you’ll reach me

 without poetry.

 Send your smile

 from your sweet face.

 Rest your gaze awhile;

 fill my empty space.

 Talk to me deep

 with dulcimer tones.

 In my mind creep

 through touch, computers, phones.

 

 Then, at last, when we again meet,

 I’ll savor your wisdom with no repeat.