Too Late Is Sometimes Too Late: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Too late he learned she/
meant it when she said sometimes/
too late is too late.

Dreaming Listening: Romantic ConTEXTing Iambic Poetry

He leaned
and, listening, dreamed
thots of her,
voice near,
in near slumber.

What mite
it b like
2 hear her voice,
close?

2 feel her form,
warm,
at times b4 felt,
that made him melt?

Would she be prepared/
or unaware of what late/
night missive he’d give?

I’m Generator/
of what I am, what I do,/
who I am, and why.

I have long said: “Just/
a few minutes!” and not come/
back. Now I get it.

You Interested?/
If so, be there. Don’t just say/
so, then not show up.

I’ve learned I’m groovy./
But even groovy guys can/
get their feelings hurt.

She, the mistress of/
my muse, slammed the door on my/
creativity.

She has no feelings?/
She would profane and claim her/
emptiness? Fill me.

We discuss how we/
can reach the Magic Kingdom./
You bring it with you.

You bring the magic.