The invitation/
I left dangling. I knew not/
how she’d handle me.
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Places Along The Freeway: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Laughing, I thought it/
looked like a place where we had/
enjoyed* us. It was!
*bubbled
My Permanent Muse: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
How feels it to know,/
even in silence, that you’re/
a permanent muse?
Or
How does it feel to/
know that you’re a permanent/
muse, e’en in silence?
My Organized Closet: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Ive organized my/
closet by color and clothes/
type. What’s wrong with me?
Lifted By Her To Dance: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I needed your kind/
words more than you know. Lifted,/
now I’ll go dancing.
When My Muse Dies: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Miss(ed) Muse: How does it/
feel to know you (Di)ed and left,/
Leaving me alone?