When I give her what/
she asks for, and she turns it/
down, I’ll stop trying.
Tag Archives: ImproVerse haiku
Rejecting What You Asked For: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
When you ask for it,/
I will deliver more. But/
reject it, I quit.
Change Of Plans: Romantic IMproVerse Haiku Lament
A day* to be filled/
with joyful companionship/
is lonely instead .
OR
*life
Even If I’m A Troll: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
I want someone who/
wants to be with me so bad/
that she can taste it.
I’m Repenting: Revolutionary IMproVerse Haiku
When you stand and preach,/
doesn’t the mem’ry of what/
we did call you out?
OR
When she teaches, why/
doesn’t the memory of what/
we did trigger guilt?
Gift Trips: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
I must stop going/
on trips where I bring back gifts/
that I’ll never give.
Expectations? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
That she let me share/
in her struggles was all I/
ever expected.
Get Swabbed: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Nobody told me/
about the cotton swab dance./
I would have been there.
Here’s a link about the “dance” to raise awareness for marrow donations.
Here’s some information about bone marrow donations and transplants.
Our Lives Are Wrapped Up Again: Revolutionary IMproVerse Iambic Poem
Two grandchildren of good friends have childhood cancer. I am no longer the common link. I wrote this about that experience.
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KissesforCami.com and
Beckhamsbattle.blogspot.com
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Our Lives Are Wrapped Up Again
My son’s best friend
is now a mother
who’s going where your child has been
And is.
You may think I’m not there.
You may think
That I don’t care.
But because I care as deeply as I do,
I have respected the silence from you.
I know you have duties and obligations to keep.
I know you have worries and thoughts which deprive you of sleep.
I know that in trying to help at your daughter’s home,
you have felt, sometimes, left alone.
But you’re not.
Prayers are constantly being uttered
for you as well as your granddaughter.
But now this silence I must end
to help The daughter of my friend
and the son of my son’s friend.
For in your daughter’s voyage beneath
There is experience
and wisdom and surviving grief
which may bring sense
And some relief
and insights
and make a dawn
out of the night
and the fears
that bring tears
to so many.
If I had that wisdom,
I would share it,
but I haven’t any
except to bare it
and to show another the way
to the experience
that your daughter and granddaughter have today.
And so, while I respect your pained silence
heartfelt, wide and deep,
please forgive me if I that same silence
can no longer keep.
Unfair Everywhere Memories: Romantic IMproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament
It’s just not fair. No/
matter where I look there’s her/
mem’ries everywhere.