What’s My Dream? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

Folks ask “What’s your dream?” /
If I don’t know, it may be/
that I’m living it.

How My Labor of Love is Lost: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Introduce your love/
to Shakespeare with care! Pick plays/
sans pedantic speech.

When you must prove all/
you say, you begin to doubt/
everything you’ve heard.

I was her Big Hunk./
Now I’m another’s, so I’ll /
eat and forget it.

It’s so dark where I/
live that I can clearly see/
the eighth-moon shadow.

When you trim away/
the garbage, you can see the/
beauty more clearly.

There are truths which need/
to be said, for your sake, but/
kept private for hers.

She’s deep in her phone/
at sunset. Pink Floyd plays: “How/
I wish you were here.”

When I’m trying to/
blog, she becomes all business./
I must learn to cope.

Some say my life was/
confusion. They never saw/
me dream, walking here.