What Are Good Reasons? Romantic IMprov Haiku

There must be reasons*/
for silence. For ignoring.
But I don’t know them.
OR

There are good reasons*/
for silence. For ignoring.
But I don’t know them.

Blue Head Shaken, Not Stirred: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

She shakes her head, and/
like sunlight reflected/
off waves, I’m blinded.

She captivates me./
Blue streaked hair, n’er tongue, too young,/
yet I get misty.

What if,
instead of losing
weight,
I want to grow more
greatness?

What if,/
instead of trimming
my figure,
I want to expand
the world’s knowledge
and insight?

Who will be
my coach,
my trainer,
getting in my face,
screaming at me,
“Once more.
Once more!
You got this.
You got this!
Push it.
Push it!”

You have proclaimed it:
We can stand, wit to wit.
But now, see my postings erased.
Such pained bantering is not my taste.
I apologize … and quit.

It’s interesting/
how people read mean meanings/
when no mean is meant.

She who must proclaim/
herself a great muse is not/
likely to be one.

I don’t care. I don’t/
care. I don’t care, I don’t care,/
I don’t care. I don’t.

She was frustrated/
by my optimism, and/
turned pessimistic.

It’s always awesome/
to be insulted by a /
woman you don’t know.