In preparation,/
I found me drinking juice and/
eating pineapple.
Category Archives: Romantic Blogging Poetry
I’m Sorry, I Can’t: Romantic Blogging Poetic Lament
I wasn’t going to publish this one because it’s too painful … but a friend said I should.
I ask if we can talk.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.
I’m sorry, I’m busy.
Not tonight, I’m tired. I’m sorry.
Not tonight, I’m thinking. I’m sorry.
Not now, maybe later. I’m sorry.
I’m at my folks. I’m sorry.
I can’t tonight. I’m sorry.
I don’t feel like talking. I’m sorry.
I’m caving. I’m sorry.
Now is not a good time. I’m sorry.
I’m busy. I’m sorry.
I’m doing something else. I’m sorry.
I’m tired. I’m sorry.
I’m sore. I’m sorry.
I’m sleepy. I’m sorry.
I’m busy or I would. I’m sorry.
I’m not feeling up to it.
I’m not in the mood.”
What everyone tells me she’s saying is:
“Thanks, but no thanks … sorry!” Or
“I’m not that into you.”
I just wanted to talk. I’m sorry.
I’ve Had Beards, Too: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
“Fantastic!” she said./
I thought I was. I could grow/
a beard to be more.
Expanding Horizons: Romantic Blogging Poetic Lament
“I should expand my horizons,”
she says.
“It will be good for me
to experience
what I never have before,
to have the freedom
to discover.”
So,
I let her go,
so she can see
what’s out there.
Who cares.
Who shares.
Who dares.
A few weeks later
her world expands.
She has reached out
to embrace
all the myriad
and endless
possibilities
and potentials
she never had,
she never saw before,
she never experienced.
Her arms open
wide,
and then close,
wrapped tightly
around another.
That was quick.
Mountain Get-Away Goodbye: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
Little do they know:/
When women go on mountain/
get-aways, they leave.
Not Turning Green: Romantic Blogging Haiku
You don’t read my poems./
My writing’s all about you./
You wouldn’t turn green.
Physical Symptoms: Romantic Blogging Haiku
Blood drains from my face. /
My hands turn cold and clammy./
Your silence scares me.
Meeting In The Middle: Romantic Blogging Haiku
I’m intense, but get/
less so. She’s shy, but blooming./
Will we middle meet?