A car swerved and cut/
me off just as Queen sang, loud,:/
“Let him go!” I did.
Tag Archives: CyranoWriter
Self-Inviting Bad Manners: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
You didn’t affirm./
I’d invited myself, which/
smacks of poor manners.
Don't Ride The Roller Coaster: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When I ask you to/
ride the roller coaster, just/
tell me what you want.
Leaving Crushed Dreams Behind: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
She has a dream that’s/
been crushed. Maybe that wasn’t/
the dream she needed.
OR
We all have dreams which/
get crushed. Maybe they are not/
the dreams we’re needing.
Learning To Play: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
“Do you want to play?”/
“I don’t know how.” “Me neither.”/
So then they both did.
OR
“Wanna play?” he asked./
“I don’t know how.” “Me neither.”/
So then they both learned.
Why Was She Crying: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
When she bowed her head/
to cry like others had, I/
thought I had hurt her.
Weaving A Warm Word Blanket: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku
I would weave you a/
poem; a word blanket that would/
hold you safe and warm.
Harmonic Memories Of A Sunset Float: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet
Gazing at her golden hair
and softly glowing skin/
made me wish I was again there.
A Midwest lake: I’m diving in.
I float in the sunset,
and lay there, half submerged;
half warmed by sun, half cooled with wet;
harmonizing breathing and chirping birds.
An hummed experience of oohhmmm that was new.
A sung peace that tuned my innermost core.
The harmonic returns again as I view
her golden-toned decoutage’ once more.
She somehow can carry within her calm face
the memories and tones of another peaceful place.
Her Request, Fulfilled: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
When and how do I/
Let her know that I’m letting/
her go as she asked?
How Good Fresh Corn Tastes: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
My glad face smeared with/
corn and butter, I give thanks/
for the gleaners’ rows.