Late-Night Opportunity: Romantic IMprov Haiku

There are times when the/
chance of a lifetime appears/
and we yawn* through it.

OR
*sleep

Things Fit As They Should: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

In her memory/
I stacked rocks by a stream and/
washed my face. Fitting.

She broke up with me/
over the phone. Now I feel/
broken, scared, alone.
OR
She broke up with me/
over the phone. I feel scared,/
broken and alone.

I feel loss and lost/
‘cuz I don’t know how to be/
or go without her.
OR
I feel loss and lost,/
not knowing how to be or/
go on without her.

The feelings are there./
You don’t have to create them./
Just don’t impede them.

What happens when we/
think of temples as Half-way/
houses for Heaven?

How do you protect/
the Sacred from the /
invasion of the routine?

Some folks can just go/
once. I’m minutes away and/
don’t go much. Why not?

She was called before/
the world was to serve and help/
individuals.

I have been selfish/
and lazy, but I can start/
now to better serve.