She knew his stories./
They’d soar and rip up his mind./
She, still, did nothing.
Tag Archives: hurting
No Full Moon Distraction: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
There was no full moon/
to distract her this evening./
She went with the night.
or
She went into dark.
Windows Left Open: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament
He can’t help hurting./
He’s like windows left open/
to both breeze and storm.
The Problem With Rollercoasters: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament
The rollercoaster’s/
problem is that you ride it/
around in circles.
How Can You? Romantic IMprov Poetry
How can you make me laugh
in the midst of romance?
How can you take the cold, clammy fear
in my hands, feet and forehead,
and turn it into emotions flaming up
from deep in my heart?
How can you take my tears of pain
and, in a few words,
make me weep with joy and relief?
How can you make me miss you so?
How can you hold me
and rock me gently to sleep
with just a few typed or spoken words?
How can you, with the skill of a cardiac surgeon,
open up my chest
and expose all my innermost hopes,
dreams and feelings…
without hurting or scaring or bruising my heart?
How can you, when my heart aches
and when butterflies dance nervously in my stomach,
reach across the hills, lakes and rivers
and apply soothing balm,
calming the butterflies
and soothing the aches?
How can you make my brain remember
every nuance of your scent,
every wisp of your hair,
every touch of your hand,
the feel of your skin,
your curves,
your breath?
How can you do that?
Frag’ nicht warum.
Sei einfach froh,
daB es ist so.
Goodbye Is A Relief: Romantic Blogging Haiku
When you say goodbye,/
finally, although it first/
hurts, it’s a relief./
Waiting For Answers Hurts: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament
The wait for answers/
sometimes hurts much worse than just/
getting the truth out.
Gloomy Heartache Thinking: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament
If she only brings/
you gloom and heartache thinking/
of her, you should stop.
I’ve Had Beards, Too: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
“Fantastic!” she said./
I thought I was. I could grow/
a beard to be more.
Expanding Horizons: Romantic Blogging Poetic Lament
“I should expand my horizons,”
she says.
“It will be good for me
to experience
what I never have before,
to have the freedom
to discover.”
So,
I let her go,
so she can see
what’s out there.
Who cares.
Who shares.
Who dares.
A few weeks later
her world expands.
She has reached out
to embrace
all the myriad
and endless
possibilities
and potentials
she never had,
she never saw before,
she never experienced.
Her arms open
wide,
and then close,
wrapped tightly
around another.
That was quick.