I’m narcissistic?/
That’s what she said! But it’s my/
mirror I’m viewing!
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Taking A Chance On Serious: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku Lament
I took a big chance./
Thinking she was serious,/
I wrote lots. She’s not.
Charging For Hugs: Romantic IMprov Haiku Lament
I wonder how much the/
women on the boulevard /
charge for a good hug.
Late Night Text Oops: Romantic IMprov Haiku Lament
Her late night text said: /
“I want you.” I was happy./
Then I learned: Wrong guy.
I’m Sorry, I Can’t: Romantic Blogging Poetic Lament
I wasn’t going to publish this one because it’s too painful … but a friend said I should.
I ask if we can talk.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.
I’m sorry, I’m busy.
Not tonight, I’m tired. I’m sorry.
Not tonight, I’m thinking. I’m sorry.
Not now, maybe later. I’m sorry.
I’m at my folks. I’m sorry.
I can’t tonight. I’m sorry.
I don’t feel like talking. I’m sorry.
I’m caving. I’m sorry.
Now is not a good time. I’m sorry.
I’m busy. I’m sorry.
I’m doing something else. I’m sorry.
I’m tired. I’m sorry.
I’m sore. I’m sorry.
I’m sleepy. I’m sorry.
I’m busy or I would. I’m sorry.
I’m not feeling up to it.
I’m not in the mood.”
What everyone tells me she’s saying is:
“Thanks, but no thanks … sorry!” Or
“I’m not that into you.”
I just wanted to talk. I’m sorry.
What We Both Brought: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
I brought enegy,/
laughter, passion, and new views./
She brought merging peace.
Time Warps: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
When you want to be/
with someone, hours are minutes /
and never enough.
On Pioneer Day, Walk With Me: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
Pioneer daughter,/
think of wastelands, then take steps/
into the unknown.
Or
Pioneer daughter:/
Think of wastelands, then join me/
probing the unknown.
Dealing With Struggles: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
In our own struggles,/
we often forget others’/
sufferings as well.
OR
Dealing with our own/
struggles, we often forget
other’s sufferings, too.
Embracing Beauty: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
A friend from the Midwest saw this photo of the sunrise over the Vashon Island ferry dock, She asked: “If one sees this every day, does one notice the beauty everyday?”
Valid question, to which I wrote this haiku:
Beauty shows herself./
She appears in diff’rent forms./
We embrace each view.