Why I Don’t Write About Her: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Its true: I don’t write/
my deep feelings for her. They’re/
too mushy and sweet.

Waving Thanks To The Sunrise: ImproVerse Haiku

I might not have time/
to take a picture, but I/
can still wave “Thank you!”

It is time that I/
get up and do all the things /
He’s telling me to.

When you doubt yourself,/
you think you’re not loveable./
What if she doesn’t?

I sit fat on a /
white wrought-iron bench with a big/
bulged Buddha belly.

I sit with my big/
Buddha belly, and feel the/
chiggers eat my legs.

When you feel you must/
write and it hangs over your/
head, joy may vanish.

The music which flows/
from her soul knows* what her mind/
can’t articulate.

OR
*shows

In the relentless/
mind-numbing, thought-boring, I/
ask how to escape.

Folks drive for hours to/
float the creek that curls through my/
backyard. Why sit I?

Kayaking on the West Chickamauga July 2019

Veruca was a good dog -- I honored her with a Yawp My evening yawp at/
the setting sun was his dog’s/
name. Veruuuuuuuuuuuuuuca! Peace.