Inserting soft words/
into your cyberspace eyes/
is foreshadowing.
OR
Inserting romance/
words into cyberspace eyes:/
hot foreshadowing.
Tag Archives: Kuhns
Green Lit Frightening Silence: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku
It can frighten me/
to see you green lit and yet/
completely silent.
Reading Yourself That You Didn’t Write: Romantic Blogging Haiku
It’s so strange finding/
yourself reading your private/
thoughts you didn’t write.
The Silence Of The Past: Romantic Blogging Poem
Your past experience
Has always been
There is no rush.
There is little anticipation.
It is always just convenient.
It doesn’t mean anything.
You claim it is different
With us,
But when there is only silence
It sounds like
What you’ve told me about.
It feels the same
To me.
So I wonder
If the distance
And the blasé’
And the non-connection
Is really what you want,
Just like you always have.
And I wonder
If I should ask,
Or would that be pushy.
And I wonder
If I should just wait,
In silence,
And how long
it will be
Until I finally
Figure it out.
Until I finally
believe
and trust
with my heart,
my heart.
Ice Crunching Thoughts: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku
Crunching ice while he’s/
thinking of you is all a /
man should want to do
Her Message Wasn’t Gross: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
It was, he thought to/
himself, a fantastic and/
wonderful message.
What If? Romantic Email Poetic Lament
What if… ?
What if,
no matter what,
I can’t stand
the thought
of being without you
again?
What if,
no matter what,
I can’t bear
the loneliness
in my heart?
What if,
despite everything,
I can’t take
the emptiness
in my arms?
What if,
despite your reasoning,
I’d do anything
to see you again
sooner
rather than later?
What if
we could make it
happen?
What if …?
Who’s The Muse? Romantic Email Haiku
I wonder this time/
if she’ll still wonder and ask/
who the muse is now.
Splitting The Grey: Romantic Email Poem
In the valley
this morning,
alone,
all I could see
were grey overcast clouds.
Like mush,
they squatted
and settled,
heavy and low,
on the mountains
shutting out all light,
enveloping in gloom.
Suddenly,
over a canyon,
a cloud break appeared,
splitting the blanket,
enlightening the entire
depression-bound valley
with a blaze of golden light.
It was
not blinding,
but illuminating
and uplifting
and exciting
and invigorating.
Like the grass you walked through;
like your shimmering lake-side hair;
like your late-summer skin;
like your I-see-you! smile;
like the way you make me feel
even
when you think you don’t.
Cleaning Out Junk: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
The space vacated/
when I clean my life of junk/
leaves room for wonder.