Geese Call Me Home: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Wild geese fly over/
my mid-mountain lake, calling/
me back to my home.
OR
calling /
back my memories.

Caught Unawares: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It surprises me/
that something so simple could/
bring such bad feelings.

After fourty years,/
it’s hard to let something go/
because it’s not me.

How can she read my/
poems about the moon and not/
know they’re meant for her?

OR
know they’re about her?

I dislike learning/
something new at the expense/
of relationships.

I dislike learning/
something new/
at the expense of keeping/
my great relationship with you.

It’s hard to tell the/
difference between my phone’s buzz/
and chest congestion.

Let the answer be:/
“NO!” It brought me nothing but/
messed up sheets and guilt.
OR

mussed sheets and sadness.

How can I tell you/
of my joyous return when/
you already left?

OR
How can he tell her/
of his joyous return when/
she already left?

How can I tell of/
the joys that I’m feeling deep,/
when she said goodbye?

OR
How can I relate/
the joys that I’m feeling, when/
she already left?

Satan wants our souls,/
his tenacity fueled by/
hate. God’s is by love.