These And Those Deep Chats: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament

It’s mornings like these,/
and afternoons like that, when/
I miss our deep chats.

We Know You Better: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

This piece is based on my daughter’s photo and comments at the Seattle Art Museum photo exhibit: http://portraits.site.seattleartmuseum.org/portfolio/camilla/
The people who once/
knew you do not find you the/
way you find yourself.

You write a woman/
a sonnet, with all your thoughts/
upon it, and “poof”.

Over in the West,/
t’wards Minnesota, came sad/
sounds of purple rain.

We could throw rocks in the lake,/
or watch brats bake/
on the fire/
as our desire/
climbs, like the flames, ever higher.

I’m cracking pine nuts/
with my mom. She complains of /
old age. I don’t mind.

Living on the lake, /
there’s lots I could do, but just/
one thing I should do.

Go to the dock, take/
a panorama and see /
50 shades of grey.

Four toothbrushes. One,/
blue, mine. Three, red, dad’s. Why did/
he grab the blue one?

There was a canoe,/
empty, at sunset, waiting/
for you two, and beer.
(photo (c) by Michael Affolter, 2016)