The waxing moon is/
the epitome` of how/
lonely one can be.
Tag Archives: rhyme
Just One? Revolutionary Blogging Poem
When did “Just one?”
become
a question
setting us numb?
and causing indigestion
when asked,
as aspersions are cast
at mealtime?
Couldn’t it be
just as easily
a statement
that meant:
“Oh, just one!”
as in good?
Like Solomon,
so understood?
Or Just as you are inside,
validated,
with nothing to hide?
Openly justified?
So instead of feeling duress
at mealtime,
avoid that stress:
Think of “Just one?” as sublime,
and joyfully answer “I am! Yes!”
A Birthday Sonnet For My Daughter
You, daughter, and I are apart
By physical distance.
By directions of the heart.
By life’s circumstance.
By twists and turns
Caused by poor choices made;
By hard lessons not learned;
By words said and unsaid.
Yet in my heart, mind and soul,
You dwell with me.
Everywhere I go,
You’re with me constantly.
No matter how far apart we may roam
In my heart you’ll always have a home.
The Waiting I’m Hating: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
The waiting I end /
up hating most is one I/
can do nichts about.
Giving Her Control: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
She felt as though she/
had no control, so I gave/
it back. It’s now hers.
Or
it back. She must do.
Or
… so I quit
helping her escape.
Written after my daughter claimed she had no control in her life, then called me begging me to come get her from a treatment center she could leave on her own.
How Am I Really? Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
If you dismiss me/
so quickly, what does that say/
about me really?
Getting To The Mountaintop Together: Revolutionary ConTexting Limerick
Can someone who/
did not struggle with you/
to gain the mountaintop even understand
the triumph so grand?
Should they share the view?
Or
Should someone who
didn’t struggle with you
to the mountaintop
share the view?
Or should they stop?
Decades Of Fighting Stopped: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
Fights started once more,/
like they had decades before./
This time they worked out.
My Daughter’s Daring Gift: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet
My darling, dying daughter is daring.
Willing to explore her feelings,
able to express her caring
through the pain and suffering she’s revealing.
Though she fears loathing and ridicule,
she loves unseen others more.
By exposing her personal fire’s fuel,
she’s guiding sufferers to a hopeful shore.
Today someone who she’s never met
was lead to read her writings.
As my daughter exposed experiences we’d rather forget
she gave another hope to keep on fighting.
Sometimes a greater love for another just means
we don’t have to die; we just have to be seen.
Written after my daughter wrote in her blog Milla the Night Baker
and someone responded at 5:06 a.m. on October 8th, 2012 saying how her writing was helping.
Tired Of Reading: Romantic Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament
When you read how my/
heart bleeds for you, don’t you want/
to scream: “Just shut up!” ?