Everyday Doldrum Silence: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku

Sometimes the doldrums/
of the everyday leave you/
with nothing to say.

Too Much: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

I don’t know how to/
say I’m sorry for wanting /
to see you too much.

If you enjoy me/
and my poetry, get used/
to intensity.

She says I goo her/
when I woo her. I’m cheesehead/
bred, so she melts me.

I’ll wait to wake you./
The moon’s setting in the West./
I wish you were, too.

It’s your choice. I give/
you voice. Lead and guide our talk,/
or in silence walk.

I’m learning to be./
Alone, independent. Me./
What’s the attraction?

I’m learning to be./
Alone, independent. Me./
I don’t get the draw.

Her slow response time/
made him wonder: Continue?/
Or let her slumber?

Would she be prepared/
or unaware of what late/
night missive he’d give?

She has no feelings?/
She would profane and claim her/
emptiness? Fill me.