The travelogue church /
talk droned on and on. One pearl/
made boredom worthwhile.
Tag Archives: CyranoWriter
Who I Sit Next To In Church: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
As I sit in church/
next to my goodly parent/
I feel gratitude.
Or
My spirit’s grateful.
Feeling Guilt In A Lived Life: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
Why do I feel guilt/
for not seeing you when we/
have our lives to live?
You Don’t Know Where I’m Going: Revolutionary Improv Haiku
Don’t ask me to come/
back if you don’t know where I’m/
joyfully going.
What Are Words Worth? Sundance Film Festival Entry: Revolutionary IMprov Ideas
Fill is a middle-aged wordsmith who wasted his passion for words writing romance poetry to a too-busy, analytical wife and making up non-scensical, Sesame Street-type rhymes to amuse his now-grown children.
When divorce and an empty nest let him consider other options, he makes up a cheap Lucy Van Pelt-like sign, “The Improv Poet is IN!”, stands on street corners, and does poetic, usually iambic commentary on people passing by.
Fingering The Universe’s Center: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
Look at your finger./
Again. That’s NOT the center/
of the Universe.
Cyberspace Foreshadowing: Romantic IMprov Haiku
Inserting soft words/
into your cyberspace eyes/
is foreshadowing.
OR
Inserting romance/
words into cyberspace eyes:/
hot foreshadowing.
Green Lit Frightening Silence: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku
It can frighten me/
to see you green lit and yet/
completely silent.
Reading Yourself That You Didn’t Write: Romantic Blogging Haiku
It’s so strange finding/
yourself reading your private/
thoughts you didn’t write.
The Silence Of The Past: Romantic Blogging Poem
Your past experience
Has always been
There is no rush.
There is little anticipation.
It is always just convenient.
It doesn’t mean anything.
You claim it is different
With us,
But when there is only silence
It sounds like
What you’ve told me about.
It feels the same
To me.
So I wonder
If the distance
And the blasé’
And the non-connection
Is really what you want,
Just like you always have.
And I wonder
If I should ask,
Or would that be pushy.
And I wonder
If I should just wait,
In silence,
And how long
it will be
Until I finally
Figure it out.
Until I finally
believe
and trust
with my heart,
my heart.