Power Vortex And Falls: Nature Observation Haiku

Negative ions
rise from falls between two rock
vortexes. Power

Words Hurt, Time Heals: Romantic IMprov Iambic Poem

She had been crushed/

by words dropped on her
with power,

by one who used/

and abused/

them well.

I could tell/

her that my verbs/

and nouns/

and words/

were tender/

and soft /

like butterfly kisses,/

but only time/

could heal her/

and make her well/

once more flow.

If I ruin your/
day by what I say, you give/
me too much power.

With all the power/
we have, the point’s moot without/
our families with us.

Geese fly fast in the/
howling lightning storm, honking/
power and freedom.

OR
Geese flying into/
the teeth of a lightning storm/
look free and … (no words).

OR
Geese fly into the/
howling teeth of a lightning /
storm. Power. Freedom.

I’ve been under your/
power all day. I hope that/
I may, now, shower!

Words can
be
powerful.
Damaging.
Magical.
Wonderful.

Those words
are not
“our word,”
but instead,
our words:
Those that we say
and write
right.

Those words
are also heard
in our heads.

Always ready.
Already steadily
knowing.

Though verbose,
I am not
a master of words.

They are my tools,
at times.
But other times
they scream so loudly
in my head
that they unravel,
unnerve,
weaken,
and destroy me.

To become a master
of words,
I must become the master
of my word-thoughts.