Category Archives: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

Norwegian Movie Watch: Haiku

When your wife’s away,/
and you’re sick, you get to watch/
Norwegian movies.

#TheKingsChoice #Norgebrave #wegiveourallforNorway

Bell Bottom Intentions For High School Reunions

Backstory:  As I prepared for my 50th High School Reunion (including registering on-line on the high school’s reunion site), a woman I barely knew and I started writing about past intentions, bell bottoms, and memories. One evening, I wrote several haiku based on life reflections… and thinking about wearing hip-hugger bell bottom’d jeans to the reunion.

Wearing bell bottoms
removes our blues, if we let
them make us groovy.

Put out intentions
for what you want, what you need,
what is right. They’ll come.

I fear to again
wear hip hugger jeans, for my
hips have long vanished.
[giggle].

I arise in a
zone, long ago forgotten,
searching with new eyes.

Hurt, Not Joy Or Hope: Haiku Lament

It should be a time
of great joy* and excitement,
but instead I hurt.
 OR: *hope
UPDATE (Next Day)
As one of my family members famously said (Decades ago) : “There’s always hope.”
So hoffen wir.
Meanwhile, thank you all for your thoughts and prayers.
As the possible/
result nears, we recall her:
“There is always hope.”

Why Should I Care Slumber: Free Verse

She wants more,
cracks open the door,
slowly shutting it
as he droans on,
drones on
and on
and when he asks
what she needs
“Nothing.”
“What do you want?”
“Nothing.
I was wondering who
you were talking to.”

And doesn’t that really ask
the penultimate question?
“Who am I talking to?
What am I talking to?
What am I talking to who about?”
Does it matter?
Why should I care?

As I slip into
the abyss
of Nyquil-induced slumber,
I can only hope my alarm
eventually wakes me up.

And then,
that I won’t need melatonin
to go back to sleep
again.