More Than 24: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

It’s now been more than/
24. I’m proud of my/
control despite pain.

Ain’t It Good To? No.: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

Ain’t it good to know/
you’ve got a friend? No. Not when/
you think you might not.

OR
… No. Not when/
silence says you don’t.

Cold Flagstaff: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament.

Crushed ice. James Taylor./
Jack and Diane. Cruel mem’ries/
in a cold Flagstaff.

Arguing With God (Part 2): Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

“Oh, no! That’s too young!”/
she said. “So, you will argue/
with God’s own Prophet?”

Conversation with Mom’s friend after President Monson of the LDS Church said male missionaries could go on missions at 18 years old, and women at 19 years old.

No Poetic Expression: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I write. A lot. I was trying to write a long poem to read as a toast to my oldest son and his new bride (aka my newest daughter!). Nothing came to mind. Finally, I realized this:

No poetry can/
express how I feel gaining/
a daughter like you.

Or (because I realized to applied to each of my children):

No poetry can express
the joy felt having children
such as you all are.