Saturday Morning Dutch Buttermilk Void: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

In Dutch town they run/
out of fresh buttermilk on /
Saturday mornings.

Stickin’ Her Toe In: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick

She thinks that she otter
Stick her toe in dating pool’s water.
Will taking a break
Be a big mistake
As she becomes online date fodder?

She wants room without/
temptation. Okay. It won’t/
have much of a view.

When she starts to feel/
too much, too deeply, quickly /
she finds ways to not.

Again, she remains
a quiet woman. What do/
I do to wake her?

The audacity/
of daily poetry has/
overtaken me.

Tomorrow’s parade/
holds amazing potential./
Why then do I fear?

I should write you more.
You yearn for
Words of poetry,
Heartfelt, from me.

I hesitate to begin,
Knowing how words spin.
And I guess I fear
To examine us too near.

Like looking too close
At a shimmering spider’s web, moist
With early morning’s dew.
The new us holds such fragile jewels.

I withhold and hold both words and breath, lest
I ruin the jeweled beauty of our spider’s nest.

She says she wants to/
call and talk. Next, she texts she’s /
sleepy. “Goodnight.” What?!?

Ev’ry hot blonde has /
a penchant for breaking hearts. /
She can not help it.