She thinks I’ve not known,/
or, knowing, don’t care. Both wrong./
She’s been in my prayers.
Tag Archives: muse
Lifted By Her To Dance: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I needed your kind/
words more than you know. Lifted,/
now I’ll go dancing.
When My Muse Dies: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Miss(ed) Muse: How does it/
feel to know you (Di)ed and left,/
Leaving me alone?
She’s Keeping Me Awake: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I love the Muse who/
runs rampant through my brain, but/
she should let me sleep!
OR
I love you, Muse, who’s/
running rampant through my brain,/
but Please! Let me sleep!
A Late Summer Night’s Torrent: Romantic ImproVerse Poetry
I’ve debated if I should post these poems separately, but I decided to post them all together, as a single experience … because that’s what they were. Starting at about 9:30 p.m. the evening of Monday, August 26th, and going until shortly after 4 a.m., I “met” someone on-line. Because she was working, I agreed to write her every 10 minutes, as a process experiment, to see if she was more effective in work because she had something to look forward to.
The following poems (mostly) are a result. (There are some random haiku which happened during that time.)
21:30 p.m.
It’s Not Bad News
It’s always better/
to hear than to be kept in/
silence, wondering.
21:54 p.m.
Good Food! Bad Food!
There is no moral/
Value in food, neither good/
nor bad. It just is.
21:58 p.m.
Who, Me!?!
There once was a match, I thought,/
Whose photos were so incredibly hot!/
With mouth open I gazed/
and was completely amazed/
That it was me whom she sought!
22:03 p.m.
Care To Volunteer?
If she would but choose/
To be my sweet Muse, I’d fill/
her days with Hiaikus.
22:23 p.m.
Dating A Travel Agent
I asked her for a/
free hotel room night, hoping/
she’d spend it with me.
22:28 p.m.
Waiting In The Dark
She waited, alone,/
in the dark for a tender /
heart spark from his phone.
22:58 p.m.
Getting Her Pictures
I thanked her coyly/
for her pictures where she showed/
me all her secrets.
23:00
Cinnamon Rolls
It wasn’t ’til I /
tasted another’s that I/
knew how good she was.
23:08 p.m.
Deadlines
Trying to produce/
under a deadline schedule/
leads to antici…
Or
Trying to produce/
Under a deadline leads to /
Antici…
pation!
23:11 p.m.
Age Interest
She’s 40. So I/
ask: “Why me?” What is it that/
she sees so deeply?
23:15
Photo Phase: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
The photos I gazed/
at put me in a phase that/
I want to stay in.
23:26 p.m
How Often?
Amidst her silence/
I again learn that I’m the/
dunce who never learns.
23:36 p.m.
A Bored Muse
What happens to a /
muse when she gets bored? Does she/
just find another?
Or
…does she /
simply fly away?
23:41 p.m.
Better Than Photos: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
I have to confess/
That it’s your voice and hot breath/
which I like the best.
23:50 p.m.
10 Minute Deadline: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
Oh no! Another/
10 minutes appears on the/
horizon! What then?
00:15 Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Long Pauses And Silence
I always wonder/
about the causes of long/
pauses and silence.
00:35 a.m.
Amazing Verbiage And What’s Next?
Now that we’ve shared some/
amazing verbiage, I’ll ask: /
what is the next step?
00:40 a.m.
Interesting Shutdown
When guys ask questions,/
that means you’re interesting./
Do not shut them down.
00:54
Lighting An Awesome Flame
Who or where is this/
lantern lane that I may light/
her flame of awesome?
1:01 a.m.
Proving My Addiction
She claimed I had an/
addiction. I removed/
myself; proved myself.
1:07 a.m.
False Extensions
She extended her/
pineapple of aloha,/
then hid it away.
1:17 a.m.
Missing Deadlines
I missed my deadline./
Like a stream gone dry, would she/
then cast me aside?
1:35 a.m.
Waiting With Wondering Anticipation
He wondered if her /
anticipation and her/
waiting matched his own.
1:15 a.m.
At Last, An End?
When it appeared she’d/
Tired of the same 10 minute/
Game, he went to sleep.
Or
When through her silence/
it seemed she’d tired of the 10 /
minute scheme, he dreamed.
2:09 a.m.
Lack Of Sleep 1
He couldn’t help it./
She’d caressed his soul and he/
couldn’t go to sleep.
2:20 a.m.
Lack Of Sleep 2
When she touched him this/
Way, he blushed, afraid to say/
just exactly how.
2:29 a.m.
Future Reward
On dating sites, should /
I post photos of me young?/
Think: Resurrection!
2:36 a.m.
Kitchen Dancing
He dreamed simply of/
Holding her in his arms and/
dancing in kitchens.
2:40 a.m.
What She Thought
Truthfully he dreamed/
Of much more, but she thought he/
had high, strong morals.*
Or
* Was a man of class.
2:50 a.m.
Softly Singing
As they dance, he sings/
softly in her eager ears: /
“Fly me to the moon.”
2:56 a.m.
Appropriate Timing
There was much more/
to discuss, but it was too/
early to say it.
OR 3:02 a.m.
There was much more/
to dream on, but it was too/
early to speak it.
3:07 a.m.
The Font
Late night poetry/
poured out of him. It was still/
her he thought about.
3:11 a.m.
She Didn’t Want To Know
He guessed that there were/
probably many things she/
didn’t want to know.
3:21 a.m.
Photo Staring
He thought if he stared/
at her photos long enough/
they’d lodge in his heart.
4:03 a.m.
Waste Not
Was it a waste to/
spend all night writing? Or mere/
creative genius?
4:10 a.m.
Frontal Lobe Loneliness
There’s a void near my/
frontal lobe, where my iPhone kept me company.
4:23 a.m.
Accepting Romance
He felt that she could/
Accept romance. Otherwise/
he’d not have written.
7:46 a.m.
Morning After Anxiety
It’s always the first/
message of the next morning/
that makes me anxious.
Pink Roses Alone: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
More pink roses with/
no one to send them to, but/
looking makes me smile.
Who’s His Muse: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Poem
She gazed into her mirror,/
but still never knew/
she was the muse/
he was referring to.
Far Away Cheese: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Somewhere deep within/
the Dairy State, fresh brick* cheese /
was made just for her.
OR
*string
*sharp