Respecting Boundaries: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

Boundaries being/
respected may give results/
never intended.

Rhubarb Strawberries Vanilla Ice Cream: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku

Rhubarb. Strawberries./
Pinch of sugar. Small pot. Heat./
Summer’s ending treat.

OR
After I flipped the spoon out of the pot onto my hand…
Summer’s final burn.

Sometimes the doldrums/
of the everyday leave you/
with nothing to say.

There is a woman/
I’m crazy about. She does/
NOT like third person.

She does/
NOT like royal she.

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

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

My feelings have changed./
Like the sun rising o’er lakes,/
I comprehend peace.

She says I goo her/
when I woo her. I’m cheesehead/
bred, so she melts me.

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.

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