If she liked me “that/
way,” she’d like my attention./
She doesn’t and won’t.
Tag Archives: poet David Kuhns
Incorrect Mind Reading: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
I’m busy. Thinking/
I don’t care for her *would be:/
She’s mind reading wrong.
OR
*is her/
mind reading wrongly.
Now, I Don't Doubt: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I never doubted/
the Gospel’s truth. I doubted/
*my strength to live it.
OR
*my faith to obey.
Some Like It Hot: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Each time I nearly/
scald myself, I recall how/
she liked to shower.
Why Not Out There? Romantic Email Rhyming Haiku
Out in the middle/
of nowhere, I could be a/
poet there as well!
Another Friday Night: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
My first official/
Friday of freedom, and I/
ain’t got nobody.
First Chives Club: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
How can something that/
taste like onions be a cure/
for halitosis?
Who Sees Fleeting Beauty: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
A bike locker is/
His canvas. Frost is His paint./
Who sees His cool art?
Click on the photo to see the frost patterns close up!
Just Before Destruction: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
It’s ironic: Frost/
patterns are best seen just as/
the sun destroys them.
OR
It’s ironic how/
frost patterns are best seen as/
the sun’s light strikes them.
Possible Cataract Surgery: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
To stand on sight’s cusp,/
to see with perfect vision,/
makes my eyes water.