In a free land, why/
do I feel tethered and bound?
I choose my device.
Tag Archives: poet David Kuhns
Recommend Sunrise Dance: Grateful Haiku
I can recommend
a sunrise watch and dance with
“Morning Has Broken.”
I Asked God — Unexpected Answer: Haiku
I asked God for more
energy, and He gave me
two wasp stings. That worked!
Covered In Sin Hope: Haiku
Covered in sin? Hope
you can do more than just sit
and wallow in it.
Few Regrets In Memories: Haiku
I wake up thinking
of past chances, mistakes, joys,
glad for few regrets.
Doing What I Should, When: Haiku
What if, for a year,/
I did everything as soon/
as I was inspired?
She, Cheerleader, Cool: Rhyming Haiku of Gratitude
She, cheerleader, cool.
I, (nerd,) not. She: Kind to me.
I’ve never forgot.
Diamonds in the Trees: ImproVerse Rhyming Poem
Friends were complaining after a major ice storm in the Chattanooga Metro area (Catoosa County, NW Georgia). With lows around 6 degrees above zero, it WAS cold! As the sun came up, it showed something magical: Diamonds in the Trees. I walked through the woods and out into the wildflower field at Spirit Tree Farms, where goldenrods, pokeweed, late bonneset, blackberries, grasses, and other native plants joined with honey locusts, hickory and oak trees, and more, to show off a collection of sparkling jewels unmatched at any jewelry store. I riffed these iambic lines in a video, trying to stiffle my crying. Thanks to HomeGrownNationalPark.org for the inspiration, and to Heavenly Father and His Son Jesus for the Creation.
Beethoven’s Ninth Nap Timed: IMprov Haiku
I’ve learned that the last
movement of Beethoven’s Ninth
is perfect nap-timed
Why Should I Care Slumber: Free Verse
She wants more,
cracks open the door,
slowly shutting it
as he droans on,
drones on
and on
and when he asks
what she needs
“Nothing.”
“What do you want?”
“Nothing.
I was wondering who
you were talking to.”
And doesn’t that really ask
the penultimate question?
“Who am I talking to?
What am I talking to?
What am I talking to who about?”
Does it matter?
Why should I care?
As I slip into
the abyss
of Nyquil-induced slumber,
I can only hope my alarm
eventually wakes me up.
And then,
that I won’t need melatonin
to go back to sleep
again.