Putting Up Walls Training: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

She was so good at/
putting up walls, it wasn’t /
long before he learned.

Getting Our Land Legs Back: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

I never wish to/
stop swaying. It reminds me/
of our slow rhythms.

I stained and sealed her/
door. It’s uneven and blotched, /
but smoother and tight.

She left the desert/
to rest on water. Sunshine/
was a nice bonus.

We ask so often:/
“What would you like?” we forget/
to fill our own needs.

She so often asks:/
“What would you like?”, she forgets/
to fill her own needs.

If you enjoy me/
and my poetry, get used/
to intensity.

It’s up and down and
up and down and up and down
and still I’m waiting.

Asphalt jungles sprout./
Wildflowers grow and bloom. It’s /
Mother Nature’s house.

It’s strange how we can/
hear much good about us, but/
still digest the bad.

Run away to One/
who is safe, who knows how to/
truly comfort you.