The blonde teacher/
crossed and uncrossed/
her ankles slow /
and lo!/
I watched her toes/
flow/
back-and-forth and to-and-fro/
and so/
I wondered where she would go/
if she clicked together, in the front row,/
her ruby slippers? I-O/
wa? Idaho?
I don’t know.
Tag Archives: poems
Seattle Versus Springville (Utah): Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
I like waving at/
the sun daily instead of/
just once a quarter.
Or
the sun once a day instead/
of once a quarter.
Intensity Parity: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
She was once intense/
in chasing me. Should I be/
that way t’wards her now?
Why Be Me? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I used to be me/
for me. Now I’m me so more/
people can be them.
Subjectivity In Creativity: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
“Good” is subjective/
when it’s used creatively./
There’s no God to judge.
Wasted Time, Wasted Effort: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
We waste our efforts
dreaming of creating, when/
we could be doing!
Teacher’s Day Off: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet
She sits with her cats,
and books she should have read;
Dreams of Wonderland
and stares vacantly ahead.
As the felines stretch and purr,
and the sun brightly shines,
she hears lawnmowers whirr
and the 2-cycles whine.
Yet she, with so much to do,
moves to her chair from her bed,
stores the words she’s thought through,
and turns on Netflix instead.
For $7.99 she vacates her head,
and buries her mind in The Walking Dead.
So Much For Positive Me: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
How do I tell the/
World that I’m sorry for my/
negativity?