Tag Archives: Words

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?

I Miss You Hollow: Romantic IMprov Blogging Lament

After he sends
sunrise reflections,
and plans,
and dreams,
and musings;

After asking her questions,
then calling,
and scheduling
and hoping to talk
and waiting …
and waiting,
… and waiting …

her short,
late text
recounting a busy day,
(too busy to contact him?),
and a recharging phone
(no other phones work?),
and a late-night visit
to parents,
(so no talking is possible,)
then a terse “Good night!”
is the response received.

Knowing how
the romantic
l o n g s
for contact,
for words spoken
and written;

knowing how
the last few days
had transformed hope
into dreams;
wishes
into action;

in that context
of longing
and waiting,
and pained anguish
and suspense,

“I want you”
and
“I miss you”
ring
hollow
on his
heart.

Loving The Revolution: Revolutionary Romantic IMprov Blogging Poetry

Fulfilling a promise I made on President Obama’s Inauguration Day, to write a poem or prose a daily, I’ve now more than doubled my self-imposed quota. Thanks to the muses — known and unknown — who have inspired me, and to my friends who expressed their belief in me. Inspired by Facebook’s “The Reflective Writer”, here is my 2000th poem, combining the two main themes of this blog: Romance and Revolution.

I love
my Revolution.
I embrace
change.
I woo
adapting.
I desire
adjustment.

It’s romantic,
isn’t it?
This self-propelled
repair;
this analysis
and violent rebirth;
this surgery
that let’s me
see
and be
who I am,
revolutionary.

Accepting change
means changing
the way we view
everything.

The revolution
heads down
from our brain,
up from our heart
and soul,
and out
our mouths
and fingertips.

But first,
we must love us
and the world.
We must romance
ourselves,
believing the world
needs love,
sweet love;
love is all you need.

And when we love ourselves,
and love the world,
we take that vow
of love.
We disavow
that fear
which holds us back
from revolutionary
acts.

We change
who we are,
Because we love;
Because we romanticize
life;
Because we embrace
joy;
Because a little revolution,
now and then,
is good for the soul.

And when we create revolution
in ourselves,
we extend how much
we can love.

Years ago,
revolutionaries spoke
from Capitol steps.
It was in this hope
and audacity,
that I vowed,
hopefully,
audaciously,
to start my own
revolution,
because I loved myself,
and wanted to romance
the world.

The revolution
called for one
a day.
One statement.
One thought.
One outpouring.
One lament.
One laugh.
One cry.
One moan.
One change.
One.

2,000 posts later,
this vowed daily one
has become
my expression
of romance,
love,
and revolution.

And I’m not done.
Join me.

Jealousy And Guilt Denied: Romantic IMprov Iambic Poem

Feeling guilt
is not a passion,
nor is it in fashion
to feel jealousy
toward or about me.
None of those feelings
come from my revealing
my nearly out-of-control
yearnings of heart and soul.
Instead, you should be
swept away by a tsunami
of tenderness
brought by words’ caress.
When one you hold dear
holds you near,
there should be no resistance
simply because of distance.
Nor uncertainty or doubt
because we’re not immediately about.
But because our souls collide,
we can decide
to relish what’s inside.