Watching my friend dance,/
I felt my mouth’s corners turn/
upward once again.
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(To read the backstory behind the totem raising, click here for the totem raising story)
Tag Archives: old friend
His Bright Red Sweater: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
Going to visit/
an old family friend,/
eyesight failed me./
I couldn’t find him/
in the crowd./
Then someone told me:
“He is there!/
in that bright red sweater!”
He always wears/
bright red sweaters./
How could I forget that?
RE: Subject: Poetry — Where My Poetry Went: Revolutionary Email Response Haiku
A friend wrote the following email:
“I apologize for intruding in your e-mail/life but I MISS YOUR POETRY SO MUCH! What happened to your one-a-day poem goal? I still check your blog at least once a day. WHEN you post, my heart starts beating & I relish every word! Then there is the day after day after day of….nothing. I hope all is well with you and you are just busy.
~A starving, yearning, craving, longing, ravenous, eager, hopeful, languishing (you get the drift) poetry fan.”
In response, several thoughts came up. This is probably the most correct (and profound):
She asked where and why/
my poems vanished. She never/
grasped her muse power.