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A Study In Lonely: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Laments

Usually these would be separate postings, but they all deal with the same emotion and situation, so I thought it’d be interesting to group together. They start with the earliest first, and progress through the period of a couple of days.

Friday, Oct. 26, 18:10 p.m.
So What If The Moon’s Out? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
A week later it/
doesn’t matter if the moon’s/
out. So what? She’s not.
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Friday, Oct. 26, 19:22 p.m.
What Does Your Silence Mean? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
You didn’t call last/
night nor this morn nor today./
Is this your goodbye?
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 1:21 a.m.
The Moon’s Still Up: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
The moon is still up./
I am, too. She may be, but/
I’ll never know it.
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 5:35 a.m.
I Am Not Old, Dude: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
Your old dudes could stay
far away from you but that’s/
something I can’t do.
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 5:48 a.m.
Truth Hurts Less: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
She could just tell me/
the truth. It would hurt much less/
than me not knowing.
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 6:07 a.m.
From Goo To Nothing: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
She went from goo and/
“I miss you!” to nothing at/
all. That is painful.
Or
…all. What did I do?
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 6:17 a.m.
Loss Of Energy: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
What’s happened to me/
and my vaunted energy?/
Did she pull the plug?
Or
Did God pull the plug?
OR
Did thugs pull the plug?
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 6:24 a.m.
Mirror, Mirror Breaking: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Sometimes you look in/
a mirror and think you see/
yourself. Then it breaks.
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 6:27 a.m.
Is It Ever Time Wasted? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Is it ever time/
wasted to make up rhymes for/
one who won’t answer?

OR

It’s a waste of my/
time to make up rhymes for one/
who won’t answer me.

Just One? Revolutionary Blogging Poem

When did “Just one?”
become
a question
setting us numb?
and causing indigestion
when asked,
as aspersions are cast
at mealtime?

Couldn’t it be
just as easily
a statement
that meant:
“Oh, just one!”
as in good?
Like Solomon,
so understood?

Or Just as you are inside,
validated,
with nothing to hide?
Openly justified?

So instead of feeling duress
at mealtime,
avoid that stress:
Think of “Just one?” as sublime,
and joyfully answer “I am! Yes!”

Does Lonely Beget Anger? Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem

Does lonely beget anger?
Do we all stand up
and beg to be noticed
even as we hide?

Does attention-getting
beget rejection?
And the more we try
to be accepted,
the more distant
and lonely
we become?

No wonder
we are ticked off
at each other.
But who notices
except us?

A Painful Birthday Poem For My Daughter: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet Lament

I stuck out my foot and broke her arm.
I laughed ’til she cut her face.
I watched her play ’til a shoulder
blew harshly out of its place.

I held her, gently, down
as needles tapped her spine.
She looked at me, surprised,
and winced but didn’t whine.

I sat there and listened
as she poured out what was inside.
It was my shoulder she reached for
when she broke down and cried.

But none of those childhood pains can even start
To compare to the trust lost when I broke her tender heart.

A Birthday Sonnet For My Daughter

You, daughter, and I are apart
By physical distance.
By directions of the heart.
By life’s circumstance.

By twists and turns
Caused by poor choices made;
By hard lessons not learned;
By words said and unsaid.

Yet in my heart, mind and soul,
You dwell with me.
Everywhere I go,
You’re with me constantly.

No matter how far apart we may roam
In my heart you’ll always have a home.