I tagged a martin,/
purple, soaring with the wind,/
thankful for her Muse.
Tag Archives: muse
Out Of Date(s): Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Why do 70’s/
love songs make me miss her, a/
60s girl, right now?
She Wrote Me By Mistake: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
She was the mother/
of my Muse, but I’ve been the/
father of nothing.
She Knows Who She Is: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
I so often will/
substitute “she” for “you”, but/
she* knows who I mean.
*you know
You, My Muse: Romantic IMprov Haiku
Of all the things I/
enjoy about you, I like/
how you aMuse me.
OR
how you are my Muse.
Who I Write About: Romantic IMprov Sonnet
Who do I write about?
You know they’re about you.
You may outwardly doubt
but gaze my verse through.
You may argue
and not believe what I say.
I know that you
can’t watch yourself play.
You may deride
and hold my words in derision
and may cast them aside
because you don’t see my vision.
You may not see you that way, but I do.
No matter what you say, my vision is true.
Pain’s Positive: Romantic IMprov Haiku
The sole positive/
about heartache is that it/
prompts intense muse growth.
My Silent Muse: Romantic IMprov Haiku
Even when you’re still/
silent, you, still, strike my chords/
and remain my muse.
OR
Even when you are/
silent, you strike my heart’s chords/
and become my muse.
About A Message Received On The Eve Of Leaving: Revolutionary Email Sonnet
On the eve of me leaving,
alone, for France,
Your surprise last message, grieving,
came. You took that chance.
Since then I’ve had to roam
to Vegas, Dallas, Orlando,
Bountiful and San Antone,
with thoughts of you as I go.
I have always intended
to sit down and write,
but as days and nights have blended,
it never feels right, quite.
For an answer takes deep thought, time, and caring
To pen honest words worthy of sharing.
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.