Leaving Crushed Dreams Behind: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

She has a dream that’s/
been crushed. Maybe that wasn’t/
the dream she needed.
OR
We all have dreams which/
get crushed. Maybe they are not/
the dreams we’re needing.

Learning To Play: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

“Do you want to play?”/
“I don’t know how.” “Me neither.”/
So then they both did.
OR
“Wanna play?” he asked./
“I don’t know how.” “Me neither.”/
So then they both learned.

Why Was She Crying: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

When she bowed her head/
to cry like others had, I/
thought I had hurt her.

Weaving A Warm Word Blanket: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

I would weave you a/
poem; a word blanket that would/
hold you safe and warm.

Harmonic Memories Of A Sunset Float: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

Gazing at her golden hair
and softly glowing skin/
made me wish I was again there.
A Midwest lake: I’m diving in.

I float in the sunset,
and lay there, half submerged;
half warmed by sun, half cooled with wet;
harmonizing breathing and chirping birds.

An hummed experience of oohhmmm that was new.
A sung peace that tuned my innermost core.
The harmonic returns again as I view
her golden-toned decoutage’ once more.

She somehow can carry within her calm face
the memories and tones of another peaceful place.