I’m watching her first,
and mine, replay themselves. Our
conversation’s *mute.
OR
*gone.
OR
*dead.
Watch The Replay: Haiku Lament
Category Archives: Revolutionary ImproVerse Poetry
P On The Floor: Haiku
It’s ok to have
P on the floor, as long as
it’s a vegetable.
Washing Hands Lament
There once was a man
who didn’t wash his hands
then touched everything in the kitchen.
When I remind him again
after he’d touched his glands,
I always felt I was bitchin’.
(That is to say,
not in a good way,
I’d rather eat rotten chicken.)
What should I do?
What should I say?
I continually remind him
day after day.
He just shrugs and stares.
He clearly doesn’t care.
Maybe not caring’s the trick
(At least ’til I get sick.)
You’d think what we’d seen
during Covid-19
would change his hand washing
without all my bossing.
What should I do?
I haven’t a clue.
And now I’ll go puke
’cause I’ve got the flu.
Being Private: Haiku
When you have to say
hurtful things, you should publish
them privately.
What’s It Like To Be Kind? Haiku
What’s it like to be
that kind and caring person?
She’ll never wonder.
Backstory: A Facebook post about a friend talked about how she was being kind and caring. As I was reading about what she’d done, this poem came to mind. I wondered what it would be like to be kind and caring, and realized that was probably something she never had to think about. She just IS that way. “Kindness begins with me.”
Diamonds in the Trees: ImproVerse Rhyming Poem
Friends were complaining after a major ice storm in the Chattanooga Metro area (Catoosa County, NW Georgia). With lows around 6 degrees above zero, it WAS cold! As the sun came up, it showed something magical: Diamonds in the Trees. I walked through the woods and out into the wildflower field at Spirit Tree Farms, where goldenrods, pokeweed, late bonneset, blackberries, grasses, and other native plants joined with honey locusts, hickory and oak trees, and more, to show off a collection of sparkling jewels unmatched at any jewelry store. I riffed these iambic lines in a video, trying to stiffle my crying. Thanks to HomeGrownNationalPark.org for the inspiration, and to Heavenly Father and His Son Jesus for the Creation.
Make Stories: Rhyming Haiku
We all make stories/
of how others feel. If we/
ask, truths are revealed.
Beethoven’s Ninth Nap Timed: IMprov Haiku
I’ve learned that the last
movement of Beethoven’s Ninth
is perfect nap-timed
Writing, Worried: Free Verse
Is he pretentious,
talented,
whimsical,
or just exhausted
and silly?
At last,
he is writing,
worried about what others think.
He hasn’t done that
in a long time.
He hasn’t cared.
Inventory Where You’ve Been: Haiku
No inventory
of where you’ve been, what you’ve done?
You’ll soon go nowhere.