Just when I thought life/
was falling apart I found,/
again, the white plume.
Tag Archives: poems
How Much More Good: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
He uses me to/
help others travel good paths,/
even when I’m bad.
Hating Evil Love: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
The very evil/
I talked about not being,/
I now have become.
OR
The very evil/
I talked about not liking,/
I now have embraced.
Good Days, Bad Days, Mediocre Days — Who Cares? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I want to share my/
“good days” with her. Instead, all/
my days are hidden.