She’s deep in her phone/
at sunset. Pink Floyd plays: “How/
I wish you were here.”
Tag Archives: hurting
Such A Loss: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
Her hands made art, wrote/
words. Now they’ve taken who she/
*was, not all she’ll be.
OR
*was and all she’d be.
Dancing With Myself Dislike: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
Going to concerts/
solo reminds me how much/
I hate loneliness.
Her Love’s Still On Facebook: Romantic Blogging Haiku
He smiles at me from/
her embrace on Facebook. I/
think: “She’s not ready.”
Childless Father’s Day Redux: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poetic Lament
Mere minutes away,
but they’ve got no money.
Don’t our children know
that their dads would mow
their lawn, take out the garbage,
or clean their garage,
to be with their children on Father’s Day?
Anything beats sitting at home
all alone,
staring at the phone,
waiting for their call.
Trying not to bawl
or feel dumb
When the message doesn’t come.
Feeling sad,
I wonder: “How bad
was I as a dad?”
Waiting For Support: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
She knew it would be/
a tough evening. She lent him/
no support. Bye bye.
Common Pain? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
Does this happen to/
everyone? Cleaning out old/
wreckage, you break down.