When you suspend disbelief
about who you are, then
you can come to believe
who you truly are.
Tag Archives: poet David Kuhns
Flooded By The Energized Woman: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
She is a very/
energized woman. When floods/
come, I fear drowning.
Not Missing The Wolf Super Moon Lunar Eclipse: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
How do you wake up/
your wife to view the Wolf Moon/
eclipse? Howl loudly.
To My Darling, Dearest One, Post Movie: Romantic Free Verse Lament
My Darling:
My fingers fly across space and keys, anxiously tapping and pounding words which have swollen my heart this evening for far too long.
Why is the connection so slow? Why do I have to wait longingly for some electronic synapse, when the waves in my brain and my heart are racing full speed, threatening to rip the arteries between those two organs asunder.
My Dearest: Tonight we watched a movie of London and research and libraries and University and the Yorkshire coast and countryside. It was of two Literati, one hidden poet and one descendant of two artists long passed and largely forgotten. A romance. A genealogical detective story. A movie full of poetry, love requeited and not, of honesty and deception. It was a film full of scenery and sadness, of whisper and wanting, of two – facedness twice.
Loved one: It was a cinemascope full of everything you, as a romance writer, love. It was and is a tale I should and would, as a romantic poet, gladly embrace with you, fully, completely, deeply.
Except for that one moment, that once scene in that one arbor-windowed room overlooking the ocean, as the waves heaved and foamed and surged and rolled in and out, in and out. It is that moment that, for all its beauty and tenderness, will always break my heart, and will always turn me inside out, and give me pain.
Even now, my beloved, I hear the music, I feel the muse (he called her his Muse, or was it her that called him her Muse?), and instead of rejoicing, my heart is heavy with memory and regret.
Fortunately, that forbidden moment was long ago. Just as she let him drop her hair down, at last, maybe some day I can accept that love, believe that goodness can happen in those moments.
For did not Solomon come of David and Bathsheba?
Perhaps, Love, someday
my pain will away,
and with it will fade regret.
But not yet.
Alas, Loves, not yet.
Weird Pre-Christmas Night But It’s Okay! Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
Pre-made cookie dough,/
a drying Tannenbaum, she/
plays Yule songs. All’s right.
Holiday Gift Giving Fails: 3 Revolutionary Blogging Haiku Laments
It might be time I/
stop guessing what gifts I should/
give. I’m not that good.
OR:
It might be time to/
stop guessing what gifts to give./
Seems I’m not that good.
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When you’ve blown someone/
away with a gift, it’s hard/
to ever repeat.
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Folks should know: When they’re/
not enthused getting gifts, the /
source dries up quickly.
Baby’s Got Back (Teeth) – Free Verse Poem
When you up and get hitched
to a fine Southern Belle
from Daisy, Tennessee,
you might find out
that all she wants for Christmas
is her two back teeth.
That way,
she can eat more than soup
and strained fruits and veggies
and ice cream.
(And though she might be looking forward
to the weight loss
caused by such a diet,
I would never say anything
about that!)
Baby’s got back (teeth).
Rain On My Parade? So What? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
When folks get drenched to/
their cores, their souls more eas’ly /
find paths to connect.
Finishing That Big Hunk – Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
After years, I have/
at last consumed my Big Hunk.
Fantasy Limits: Romantic Haiku
When I’m insecure,/
she says not to fantasize/