When you are
in a rose garden
with Abe,
Psyche,
a great spirit warrior,
the Spirit of Life,
a foal and moose,
Paul Revere,
the setting sun,
and America the Beautiful,
you can’t help but weep
with gratitude and joy,
even when a teenaged church class
comes rushing through,
looking for Love
in all the wrong places.
Tag Archives: joy
Celebratory Dances Help Me Feel Joy: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Watching my friend dance,/
I felt my mouth’s corners turn/
upward once again.
gunałchéesh
(To read the backstory behind the totem raising, click here for the totem raising story)
Things Might Seem Bad: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
They Always Return To A Clean Home: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Poem
I listened to a Prophet’s voice
on the Sabbath,
then stood on a ladder/
in a frigid Wisconsin lake
to put up a clean bird house,
as directed by my father.
For us both,
holy, cleansing events
have happened
in that same water,
and purple martins
fly in
from Brazil
on the south wind.
Addendum: Just In Time — April 4, 19:23 p.m.
My dad gave me a/
joyful high-five today:The/
martins’ scout found home.
Dance Like Everyone’s Watching: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I sing and dance like/
folks are watching ‘cuz it lets/
them sing and dance, too.
— A haiku from the I-15 topless dancer.
Afternoon In A Surprise Museum: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse
As the southern
evening bells
rang,
I banged
the skin drum
and sang:
“Yah, yah hey yah hah!”
Then rubbed I
the dugout canoe,
and dreamed,
and cared not
who heard my chanted prayer,
nor that I got splinters
in my hand.
I thought of she
and he,
and that they
might be better.
But observational joy
is never a contest.