He was not surprised /
that she made him cry, but these /
were not tears of joy.
Tag Archives: muse
Eating Out Alone: Romantic Free Verse ImproVerse Poem Lament
I love to eat out,
but this was a different
type of meal,
a spiritual Feast, really,
and I longed to share it
with somebody I cared about,
someone who enjoyed the same cuisine
(or so i thought.)
I reached out to her
time
and time
again
but there was never
any response;
never
any indication
that she
was having
the same feelings.
At last,
as I waited for dessert,
(knowing she was not
going to partake,)
I realized
that she and I
were not looking
at the same menu.
I thought
that she might not even
be hungry.
Or that maybe
she might be eating out
elsewhere.
I learned,
again,
and was reminded,
again,
that the gut-wrenching feeling,
the butterflies,
in my stomach,
that familiar feeling
that had come around
for over a decade
was not caused by her,
nor by my hunger,
but was a result,
as it had been
so often in the past,
of my silliness,
my over-indulgent intensity.
So I asked for the check
and left.
Believe What She Says: Romantic Email Haiku Lament
Weekends, she says, are/
lonely for her. Why wonder/
when she won’t call back?
The Message Gets Out: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
Some criticized what/
I wrote. Was I wrong? One said/
it brought peace. Inspired.
Hard To Be Worshipped: Romantic IMprov Haiku
The Poet wondered/
if she found it difficult/
being so* worshipped.
OR
*thus
Being Okay With Yourself: Revolutionary Plagiarized Haiku
God says: “I’m okay/
with you. Now you need to be/
okay with yourself.”
Too Late For Valentine’s Day: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
I was wondering/
if she’d like my gifts, but she’s/
done, so I don’t care.
Kann Ich Auf Deutsch Romantisch Sein? Romantik IMprov Haiku
Die tiefe Frage/
ist, ob man wirklich auf Deutsch/
Romantisch sein kann.