When I was younger,/
I thought being alone was/
bad, but I’ve grown up.
Tag Archives: Suffering
Wisconsin Is Good Medicine: Revolutionary Napkin Haiku
My mother started/
to shrink at Stonehenge, but then/
moved to Wisconsin.
Dad’s Text Requesting Angels: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Her wise father said/
nothing about heavenly/
angels. Earth’s hosts came.
Happy Guy Doesn’t Change The World: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
When the happy guy/
gets sick, he discovers that/
the world keeps spinning.
Or
the world keeps turning.
The Oracle Solves A Creative’s Dilemic Conundrum: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem
Through life’s woods
I wandered.
Down a path
not-often trodden,
I stumbled,
soul-searching,
burdened,
sorrowing,
because of rejection,
because of loneliness.
In a still glen,
facing my feelings,
fearing,
confused,
I found her,
an oracle
in blue.
I asked honestly
for others perceptions
of me.
Pause.
Had I offended?
The oracle spoke:
“You view the world differently.
Creatives see things
creatively.
And thus, you are,
typically,
misunderstood.”
“What you as a creative see,
you view with variety
and clarity.”
“Some use a paintbrush,
some a pencil or pen
some use a sculptor’s tool,
some a potter’s wheel,
some a keyboard or strings.
Some see the world
through a wide angle
or a macro
or a telephoto lens.”
“But what you see,
you can capture
and share
with the world
who is blind,
or at least myopic
or farsighted
or mono-colored.”
“Because you do that,
we in the world who have ears,
may hear;
and having eyes,
may see.
And having minds,
may understand.
And having souls,
may feel
and grasp
and learn
and know.”
“That’s why creatives,
though you’re misunderstood,
though you’re criticized,
though you’re shunned,
by some,
must always exist.
That’s why
you must always persevere.”
“Because without you,
the world would miss
what we otherwise
might see
or hear
or feel
or experience
and understand.”
As she spoke
those words,
the truth,
I reeled
under the torrent
and weight
of responsibility.
At the same time,
I felt my burden lifted.
I felt my rejection taken.
I felt,
again,
fire in my veins
and joy
in my heart.
Though I’m often alone
on that solitary path,
I’m not lonely.
I now know
and accept
that it is okay
to see
and write
what others might not.
Even if I’m rejected,
by some,
others will see.
I’ll share,
not in a condescending way,
not in reprimand,
not in a “you must see that
this this way,
or you’re wrong”.
Not asking them to
“be better”,
because they are
as they are,
just
as I am
as I am.
Instead, I’ll give
my words,
my thoughts,
my feelings
in a kind,
loving,
sharing way.
I’ll say:
“Look at this thing
I see.
Look what I found!
Come share it with me.”
Just like she,
visionary oracle,
in her wisdom,
helped me see
the opportunity
and responsibility
I bear
as I live,
and share,
my life honestly,
with integrity,
creatively.
Drowning In A Grocery Sack: Revolutionary ImproVerse Iambic Poem
The plastic grocery sack/
floating on Utah Lake/
became a death trap/
for the curious/
foraging muskrat./
So why did we laugh?/
What a horrible way/
to die like that,/
drowning
in a grocery sack.
Why Be Quiet: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
When I’m quiet, I/
could be hurting, or maybe/
blissfully happy.
Feeling Again Through Frozen Feet — I’s Just Gotsta #2: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
The pain
pulses
through my peds.
I can’t remember
why I stepped/
onto the ice
and snow,
then
into the gently flowing
melted
river.
Was it to prove
that I could do it?
Was it a memory
of polar bear dips past?
Was it a beach,
and I’s just gotsta?
Or was it just/
to experience the shock
of being able/
to feel
again?