Is the pain our son/
feels like the pain you felt when/
I left? I’m sorry.
Tag Archives: poet David Kuhns
Painful Message: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
“She left.” That’s all my/
son had to say to unleash/
floodgates of heart pain.
Putting On The Umlaut: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I always wish I/
could figure out how to put/
the Deutsch umlaut on.
How’d You Start Your Morning? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
This old man, he played/
songs and danced, topless, down the/
freeway. What’d you do?
What Alternative Do We Have? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Knowing how I feel,/
I can’t imagine what you’re/
going through. Let’s pray.
More Heartache: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
Just when you think you/
can’t get any more heartache,/
you learn that you can.
Who Built This Cairn? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When you find a cairn/
where you wanted to stack one,/
you ask: “Who built this?!?”
Missed Photo Too Slow: Revolutionary Rhyming ImproVerse Haiku
A lone pelican /
silhouetted against the /
sun. I was too slow.
Or
… I missed the shot.
OR
A lone pelican /
silhouettes against the sun’s/
set. I was too slow.
Control The Flame: Romantic Improv Haiku
If you get the fire /
going, then you might lose sight/
of gorgeous sunsets.
Garter Belts Versus Seatbelts: Revolutionary Improv Haiku
Some women may sport/
garter belts. Others are thrilled/
wearing their seatbelts.