Why Does It Matter? Romantic Improv Blogging Haiku

Sure. Why not. Why does/
it matter? Why should I care?/
No one else seems to.

Barefoot Reflexology: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

If you lose weight, then/
walking barefoot becomes foot/
reflexology.

OR
If you lose weight, then/
walking barefoot on a rural/
roads won’t hurt as much.

It will be a strange/
day when I am ready at/
last and she is not.
Or
Will she feel strange and/
odd when I’m at last ready,/
but she is not close?

It’s not that we’re not/
speaking the same language, but/
that we’re not talking.

Mother’s Day started/
as a world-wide petition,/
by mothers, for Peace.
Or
Mother’s Day started/
not by Hallmark, but mothers/
to establish peace.

If you are worried
about Mom’s health, hold her hand./
She’ll crush your fingers.

In church today I /
learned about coveting my/
neighbor’s belongings.

I didn’t know that
personal righteousness was
a goodness contest.

You were the mother
of my escape,
of the start
of the birth
of my
(as yet unfinished)
self-discovery journey.

It was you
who set my feet on the path
that opened up my soul
and my heart
and my mind
to what could be
and should be
and now,
increasingly,
is.

I so often will/
substitute “she” for “you”, but/
she* knows who I mean.

*you know