Ready Or Not: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

It is hard to feel/
Soooo ready, and then be told/
That you are sooooo not.

I Love Old Buttermilk: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

I love buttermilk./
When it’s five months old, use it/
for fluffy omelets.

I was once called a/
“beautiful man”. Now I’m a/
mem’ry, and am still.

… Now just a/
mem’ry, I am still.

Silk lake reflects me./
Full moon peaks through gauzed cloud wisps./
We both gaze alone.

I’ll wait to wake you./
The moon’s setting in the West./
I wish you were, too.

Her eyes are soft. Like /
butterfly’s wings, they have that /
effect on my soul.

Surrendering to/
“come what may” means nothing much/
creative appears

I’m learning to be./
Alone, independent. Me./
What’s the attraction?

I’m learning to be./
Alone, independent. Me./
I don’t get the draw.

Her slow response time/
made him wonder: Continue?/
Or let her slumber?

Too late he learned she/
meant it when she said sometimes/
too late is too late.