I want to write more/
poems but she’s late again and/
I’m cold and ticked off.
Tag Archives: cold
My Empty Bowl Fills: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Maybe my empty/
potter’s bowl will help warm and/
fill empty stomachs.
Rattling On/In My Chest: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
It’s hard to tell the/
difference between my phone’s buzz/
and chest congestion.
Cold Flagstaff: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament.
Crushed ice. James Taylor./
Jack and Diane. Cruel mem’ries/
in a cold Flagstaff.
Physical Symptoms: Romantic Blogging Haiku
Blood drains from my face. /
My hands turn cold and clammy./
Your silence scares me.
Green Southwest Idaho: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
Late cold rainy Spring./
It’s my first drive through a green/
Southwest Idaho.