Yenta made the choice
to “Suffer in silence”. I /
wish my fingers let me.
Tag Archives: poet David Kuhns
Wanting to Ask But Not: Romantic Blogging Improv Haiku Lament
I want to ask her:/
“What’s going on?” but I made/
the pained choice not to.
Just When You Think: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
Just when you think it’s/
safe to open up your heart,/
you learn that it’s not.
Worse Than Goodbye: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
There was a goodbye /
with no hug. This feeling of/
silence is much worse.
More Than 24: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
It’s now been more than/
24. I’m proud of my/
control despite pain.
Ain’t It Good To? No.: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
Ain’t it good to know/
you’ve got a friend? No. Not when/
you think you might not.
OR
… No. Not when/
silence says you don’t.
Cold Flagstaff: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament.
Crushed ice. James Taylor./
Jack and Diane. Cruel mem’ries/
in a cold Flagstaff.
Arguing With God (Part 2): Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
“Oh, no! That’s too young!”/
she said. “So, you will argue/
with God’s own Prophet?”
Conversation with Mom’s friend after President Monson of the LDS Church said male missionaries could go on missions at 18 years old, and women at 19 years old.
No Poetic Expression: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I write. A lot. I was trying to write a long poem to read as a toast to my oldest son and his new bride (aka my newest daughter!). Nothing came to mind. Finally, I realized this:
No poetry can/
express how I feel gaining/
a daughter like you.
Or (because I realized to applied to each of my children):
No poetry can express
the joy felt having children
such as you all are.
Giving Out Guilt: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
I try to avoid
giving out guilt. I have so/
much I’m good at it.