Cleaning Out Junk: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

The space vacated/

when I clean my life of junk/

leaves room for wonder.

To The Blonde, Dancing: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Woman, alone, danced./

Solo, I (in balcony),/

watched and joined with her.

Sometimes I think in/

haikus. Sometimes I think in/

Blues. Sometimes I rhyme.

I can’t take credit for beauty’s Creation,/

but I will acknowledge my observation./

I view and grasp glory sans hesitation,/

from the grandest sunrise to the smallest crustacean./

Sometimes, I can feel His frustration/

as others walk the world in blind libation.

Sometimes, in my zest/
and joy for life, joie de vive/
brings stupidity.

My father was right./
He told me: “There is beauty /
everywhere.” There is.

I’ll probably be/
hardest on you for being/
most hard on youself.

I’m co-dependent./
My mirror’d face asks others/
for affirmation.

In my solo years,/
I have not become moody,/
just introspective

ORjust contemplative
OR become withdrawn
Or become sullen

I once dreamily thought/
That she was smoking hot.
But she’s just smoking,/
and I am not joking,/
she now is SO not!