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I sang every song from The/
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Tag Archives: memory
Feeling Again Through Frozen Feet — I’s Just Gotsta #2: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
The pain
pulses
through my peds.
I can’t remember
why I stepped/
onto the ice
and snow,
then
into the gently flowing
melted
river.
Was it to prove
that I could do it?
Was it a memory
of polar bear dips past?
Was it a beach,
and I’s just gotsta?
Or was it just/
to experience the shock
of being able/
to feel
again?
My Memory, No Video, Remembers: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poetry
He saw
a desert picture,
Mojave,
her costume,
her children,
the stage,
and remembered.
Somewhere,
in Ecotopia?
there is video
proof:
A costume’d man,
Teenage
Mutant
Ninja Turtle
(popular the first time around)
standing on a balcony
stage,
as soft light
through the patio window
breaks.
He’s surrounded by
young ballerinas,
Merry Misses,
missing the raindrops
and the mist,
laughing,
skipping,
she directing.
Were there tissues
and cloth
and streamers?
Moving,
Swirling,
Dancing
around him,
(old yet young,
giggling)
chanting:
“excellent.
Excellent!
EXCELLENT!”
It was her first
video choreograph.
It was finished,
parked,
and lost.
He never saw it,
that videoed memory,
most excellent,
but in his mind,
he can recall
those better,
more pure
days,
and dances.
Even without
the video,
taped,
and the paper mache’
green and purple,
long since crushed
and lost
turtle head.
Seeing hats of green,
he remembers.
She
has not strayed.
Her art
reminds him
to be
mutant
excellent.
I Hope This Doesn’t Repeat Itself: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Dan! I live in my/
old lover’s state now, and it’s/
snowing Christmas Eve.
Sharing Fish Stories: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Sonnet
Unknowingly she, poet, captured
a moment I remembered,
of walking with salmon,
of connecting with eternal.
Feet icicle freezing,
yet warmed and massaged
by those same opal fins
she described.
My daughter and I,
captivated by glinting rainbows
beneath the river’s rivulets,
had cautiously waded in.
In firebrands’ shadows,
autumn leaves
dying orange and red,
we’d joined death and creation.
If I respond with my own fish story,
do I diffuse or enlarge her spawned memory?
Burn Shower: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Each time I take a/
shower so hot it burns my/
skin, I think of her.
Your Shoe On St. Nicholas Day: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Traditions may be/
forgotten by her, but old/
St. Nick remembers.
Fun Memories In New Snow: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
Tracks in the new snow/
make me think of school yard fun/
I had long ago.