From Death springs new Life./
Logs lay amidst leaves where they/
were left. What grows next?
Tag Archives: CyranoWriter
I Yearn To Earth Connect: Nature Observation Poem
My soul is yearning/
to be returning/
to grounding/
and earth-connecting.
Dr. Seuss In Wisconsin: Rhyming Poetry
A friend posted a Cat in the Hat meme that said:
“Will it rain?
Will it snow?
I live in Wisconsin!
I do not know!”
I responded:
I do not know,
nor do I care.
I will go out
everywhere.
Snow is good,
sun is fun,
and we like
the combination!
I will eat cheese.
You will drink beer.
And we’ll not know
the time of year.
We do not fret,
we do not fuss.
We will hang out,
just the Wisconsinus.
Knowing True Cheesy Dessert: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Only someone from/
Wisconsin would eat ice cream/
before their cheese curds.
Pandemic Smile Maker: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
I drew a grin on/
my pandemic mask and made/
lots of people smile!
Non-read Response = Nothing to Say: Iambic IM Poem Lament
She’s got nothin’ to say.
In my loneliness I can tell,
I’m under her spell,
But her checkmark is grey.*
[*Facebook instant messenger has a blue check when the message is read, a grey check when it hasn’t been read.]
Which Way: Late Night Romantic IMprov Haiku
Late at night I find/
myself wondering which path/
to take to reach her.
Walk on Water in Wisconsin: Nature Observation Haiku
Today I walked on/water and nobody in/
Wisconsin was shocked.
Don’t Mind Read Bus Throwing: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
If we think people/
are throwing us under the /
bus, we should ask them.
I Was Enslaved, But I’m Breaking Those Chains: Free Verse Poetry
I don’t pretend to know
what it felt like,
back then,
to be enslaved,
held captive,
beaten,
tortured,
or worse.
I don’t pretend to feel
what it felt like
to have the chains
loosed,
to have the bands
broken,
or to escape,
following the drinking gourd,
walking with dry feet
through the Red Sea,
to have the locks broken
on Dachau’s gates,
to sign my sacred honor to a Declaration.
I do not know the feelings of these,
or any other,
liberations.
I do not know that enslavement.
But I do know how my mind,
my heart,
my soul
has been enslaved
by self doubt,
by fear,
by Angst.
I have felt those shackles,
those binding chains,
the tyranny of my own mind
that held me fast to falsehoods
and stole my freedom.
Now I know, too,
gladly,
what it feels like
to be set free,
to have chains of sin loosed,
to have the yoke of self-doubt broke,
to have a partner and guide
help me
as I move
towards freedom.
Inspired by the writings of Marnie Kuhns, FrontPorchSense.com essay on Personal Freedom