Like pink crystals the/
drops hang: Mem’ries of Winter,/
harbingers of Spring.
Tag Archives: ImproVerse haiku
My Daughter's Last Meal: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I never worried/
that french fries at Red Robin/
would be her last meal.
Who's Abandoned? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
While she is feeling/
abandoned, her parents are/
with her. So she’s not.
AND
Although she feels she’s/
abandoned, her parents are/
there. That’s what we do
Pretty Great Love: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
A little greater/
love hath no dad than this: to/
clean thorns for his kids.
Being "Just Friends": Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
She said: “Just be friends.”/
My guess is she has lots of/
friends, and won’t call me.
Warmly Relocating: Romantic ImproVerse haiku
I’d move back to the /
Northwest if I had someone /
who would keep me warm.
What Repentance Feels Like: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Repentance feels like:/
Fin’lly doing all the hard/
things you should have done.
Milwaukee Deutsch Legacy: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
How’djah cutcha?/
Burnyah? What car we takin?/
Da truck? Dialect.
Flower Art: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Some create art from/
flowers. He finds wild flowers/
and captures their art.
Wearing Purple For My Princess: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
She is a princess,/
not diva-like, but regal,/
with royal prospects.