Finding Our Guides: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet

We all stand at the brink/
Of new horizons, and think/
Of what we can’t do,/
And fear, instead of soldiering through./

We feel like we’re all alone
far from the familiar surroundings of home.
But there are others who’ve walked this path,
who wait and hope and want to be asked.

And when we look, we’ll find/
those Guides wise and kind,/
Who’ll lead us past terror’s door,/
For they’ve passed this way before./

Our new friends can help us go the distance
if we have courage to seek their assistance

A Painful Birthday Poem For My Daughter: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet Lament

I stuck out my foot and broke her arm.
I laughed ’til she cut her face.
I watched her play ’til a shoulder
blew harshly out of its place.

I held her, gently, down
as needles tapped her spine.
She looked at me, surprised,
and winced but didn’t whine.

I sat there and listened
as she poured out what was inside.
It was my shoulder she reached for
when she broke down and cried.

But none of those childhood pains can even start
To compare to the trust lost when I broke her tender heart.

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.

Who I Write About: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

Who do I write about?
You know they’re about you.
You may outwardly doubt
but gaze my verse through.

You may argue
and not believe what I say.
I know that you
can’t watch yourself play.

You may deride
and hold my words in derision
and may cast them aside
because you don’t see my vision.

You may not see you that way, but I do.
No matter what you say, my vision is true.

Watching, Helpless, My Daughter Die: Revolutionary Improv Sonnet Lament

I’m watching my daughter die.
She’s starving her body to death.
Why can’t I even cry?
Why can’t I barely draw a breath?

What brought her to this bleak abyss?
Does it really matter?
All I know is that she’d be missed;
My world would be much sadder.

So I’m putting aside my selfish ways,
my lack of focus and my pride.
I will spend my talents and days
in efforts to fix her dying insides.

Was I responsible for her ills? I now don’t care.
But I know I’ll be at fault if I just leave them there.

You’ll Get Many, But Few: Romantic Email Sonnet

You will get many flowers,
but few chocolate ice cream cones.
You will get many suitors,
but few you’ll want to take home.

You’ll get many earnest guys
who’ll woo you with sincere words.
You’ll get many zealous men
whose attentions you’ll quickly spurn.

You’ll get many ogglers
who will proclaim your beauty.
You’ll get men with no vocabulary
who will simply call you “cutie”.

But when these all have failed the test,
turn to me: the kindest, funniest, most sensative best.

About A Message Received On The Eve Of Leaving: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

On the eve of me leaving,
alone, for France,
Your surprise last message, grieving,
came. You took that chance.

Since then I’ve had to roam
to Vegas, Dallas, Orlando,
Bountiful and San Antone,
with thoughts of you as I go.

I have always intended
to sit down and write,
but as days and nights have blended,
it never feels right, quite.

For an answer takes deep thought, time, and caring
To pen honest words worthy of sharing.

Teach Me With Your Smile: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

Will you teach me,

and let me see

how you’ll reach me

without poetry.

Send your smile

from your sweet face.

Rest your gaze awhile;

fill my empty space.

Talk to me deep

with dulcimer tones.

In my mind creep

through touch, computers, phones.

Then, at last, when we again meet,

I’ll savor your wisdom with no repeat.

Albion Alpine Autumn: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

Like a woman reading
In her soft, quilted bed,
With warm, golden lamp light
Glowing ’round her head,

So do fall’s fading flowers
Of Albion’s alpine meadows shine
As they show off late beauty
At sunset, one last time.

For soon a warm blanket,
Soft, deep and white,
Will form a safe coverlet
And protect them both at night.

Then, the brightness of morning and spring
Will amaze the eyes with the beauty waking brings.

Were We Still Together: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

Were we still together
Going off to bed
I might lean over
And kiss your sleepy head

Or tenderly caress
Your soft bright cheek
And ease your stress
With gentle words that I speak.

We’re now miles apart,
Yet I still long to say
Sweet words and kind thoughts
To help close your day.

My feelings have grown since I went.
Why should a night away be different?

CyranoWriter

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