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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.

Watching, Helpless, My Daughter Die: Revolutionary Improv Sonnet Lament

I’m watching my daughter die.
She’s starving her body to death.
Why can’t I even cry?
Why can’t I barely draw a breath?

What brought her to this bleak abyss?
Does it really matter?
All I know is that she’d be missed;
My world would be much sadder.

So I’m putting aside my selfish ways,
my lack of focus and my pride.
I will spend my talents and days
in efforts to fix her dying insides.

Was I responsible for her ills? I now don’t care.
But I know I’ll be at fault if I just leave them there.

Jealousy And Guilt Denied: Romantic IMprov Iambic Poem

Feeling guilt
is not a passion,
nor is it in fashion
to feel jealousy
toward or about me.
None of those feelings
come from my revealing
my nearly out-of-control
yearnings of heart and soul.
Instead, you should be
swept away by a tsunami
of tenderness
brought by words’ caress.
When one you hold dear
holds you near,
there should be no resistance
simply because of distance.
Nor uncertainty or doubt
because we’re not immediately about.
But because our souls collide,
we can decide
to relish what’s inside.