It’s hard to tell the/
difference between my phone’s buzz/
and chest congestion.
Tag Archives: ImproVerse haiku
The Answer To Morning Temptations: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Let the answer be:/
“NO!” It brought me nothing but/
messed up sheets and guilt.
OR
mussed sheets and sadness.
If The Prodigal Son Finds Nobody Home: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
How can I tell you/
of my joyous return when/
you already left?
OR
How can he tell her/
of his joyous return when/
she already left?
Empty Joys: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
How can I tell of/
the joys that I’m feeling deep,/
when she said goodbye?
OR
How can I relate/
the joys that I’m feeling, when/
she already left?
Learning To Be Brave: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
This has been a good/
day to learn again what it/
means to be free brave.
Inspired by this song, which I heard for the first time this morning, as I was doubting myself and my place as a writer.
Late Nights Learning To Be Brave: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I learned why I stay/
up late nights: Not to flirt, but/
to learn to be brave.
Or
… It’s not to flirt, but to learn brav’ry.
Not Sharing To Learn: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Her soul felt so much/
pain. We could have learned from it,/
but she stayed silent.
Congealing Truths: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I like when we talk/
because our discussions help/
congeal truthful thoughts*.
OR
*thoughts of truth
Growth Patterns: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Though writing’s painful,/
my musings should make you glad./
It shows we’re growing.
Saying Goodbye Is Not Easy: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
When she said goodbye,/
she said: “That was easy.” I’m/
sad it was for her.