Distracted Abstracted At The Spring Salon: Revolutionary Rhyming ImproVerse Haiku

She’s distracted* by
art abstracted. I wonder:
What’s under her curls?
OR
*She’s impacted by

Slow Dance Grasp: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

He wondered why he’d /
never had the chance to grasp/
her in a slow dance.

It was late at night./
He wondered: was she trying/
to seduce with words?

He often wondered/
if he would ever have the/
thrill of thrilling her.

He wondered how she/
felt, deep, about being both/
muse and oracle.

I dream of her in /
wonder, and wonder what I/
could do to move her.

OR
I dream of her in/
wonder, and wonder how I/
could move her to me.

We walked.
You wore my chapeau
And pink
And leaned
To see something closer
And I did, too.

And it was art.

Today I walked
Alone
Where you were pink
And wore my deck.

(I’d forgotten
you were talking
to someone else
on the phone).*

And I wondered
Why we couldn’t
Walk that way
Again.

*Added the next day when I saw the photo of her wearing my hat … and talking on the phone.

The wonder of a/
child looking out train’s windows/
helps me see clearly.

I wonder if this/
is what Death looks like when you/
stare it in the face.

There are many who/
are wondering. The answer?/
Yes. I’m coming back.