Live Improv Poetry Problem: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

About live po’try:
When you perform improv poems,
nothing gets written.

About improv poems:
When you perform live po’try,
nothing’s written down.

Lake Reflects Moon Reflects Me: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

Silk lake reflects me./
Full moon peaks through gauzed cloud wisps./
We both gaze alone.

Say: I feel GREAT! A/
mirrored memory from long/
ago, it still works!

I’ll wait to wake you./
The moon’s setting in the West./
I wish you were, too.

Her eyes are soft. Like /
butterfly’s wings, they have that /
effect on my soul.

There is a long, black/
landing strip. I watch her land,/
anticipating.

Surrendering to/
“come what may” means nothing much/
creative appears

When one surrenders/
to “What is”, then one gives up/
what could and should be.

It’s your choice. I give/
you voice. Lead and guide our talk,/
or in silence walk.

I’m learning to be./
Alone, independent. Me./
What’s the attraction?

I’m learning to be./
Alone, independent. Me./
I don’t get the draw.