I found a canoe,/
rode it, then gave it back. Twas/
the right thing to do.
Tag Archives: working through issues
Suspend Disbelief To Be You: Revolutionary Free Verse
When you suspend disbelief
about who you are, then
you can come to believe
who you truly are.
Flooded By The Energized Woman: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
She is a very/
energized woman. When floods/
come, I fear drowning.
To My Darling, Dearest One, Post Movie: Romantic Free Verse Lament
My Darling:
My fingers fly across space and keys, anxiously tapping and pounding words which have swollen my heart this evening for far too long.
Why is the connection so slow? Why do I have to wait longingly for some electronic synapse, when the waves in my brain and my heart are racing full speed, threatening to rip the arteries between those two organs asunder.
My Dearest: Tonight we watched a movie of London and research and libraries and University and the Yorkshire coast and countryside. It was of two Literati, one hidden poet and one descendant of two artists long passed and largely forgotten. A romance. A genealogical detective story. A movie full of poetry, love requeited and not, of honesty and deception. It was a film full of scenery and sadness, of whisper and wanting, of two – facedness twice.
Loved one: It was a cinemascope full of everything you, as a romance writer, love. It was and is a tale I should and would, as a romantic poet, gladly embrace with you, fully, completely, deeply.
Except for that one moment, that once scene in that one arbor-windowed room overlooking the ocean, as the waves heaved and foamed and surged and rolled in and out, in and out. It is that moment that, for all its beauty and tenderness, will always break my heart, and will always turn me inside out, and give me pain.
Even now, my beloved, I hear the music, I feel the muse (he called her his Muse, or was it her that called him her Muse?), and instead of rejoicing, my heart is heavy with memory and regret.
Fortunately, that forbidden moment was long ago. Just as she let him drop her hair down, at last, maybe some day I can accept that love, believe that goodness can happen in those moments.
For did not Solomon come of David and Bathsheba?
Perhaps, Love, someday
my pain will away,
and with it will fade regret.
But not yet.
Alas, Loves, not yet.
Holiday Gift Giving Fails: 3 Revolutionary Blogging Haiku Laments
It might be time I/
stop guessing what gifts I should/
give. I’m not that good.
OR:
It might be time to/
stop guessing what gifts to give./
Seems I’m not that good.
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When you’ve blown someone/
away with a gift, it’s hard/
to ever repeat.
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Folks should know: When they’re/
not enthused getting gifts, the /
source dries up quickly.
Baby’s Got Back (Teeth) – Free Verse Poem
When you up and get hitched
to a fine Southern Belle
from Daisy, Tennessee,
you might find out
that all she wants for Christmas
is her two back teeth.
That way,
she can eat more than soup
and strained fruits and veggies
and ice cream.
(And though she might be looking forward
to the weight loss
caused by such a diet,
I would never say anything
about that!)
Baby’s got back (teeth).
Just Known Dental Problems – Revolutionary Haiku
Once again, my fears
proved to be unfounded. How/
Finishing That Big Hunk – Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
After years, I have/
at last consumed my Big Hunk.
I’d Forgotten It’s Because It’s What I’m Supposed To Do: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem
It’s been so long
since I’ve done
what I should do,
daily,
that I’ve almost forgotten
how;
I’ve almost forgotten
why;
I’ve almost forgotten
who I am.
Because I became
because I did
what I was asked.
Because I struggled
even when the words
weren’t flowing.
Because often
the mere fact of
doing the thing
that you’ve been told to do
is what you need
to discover
and maintain
who you are.
So once again I launch
back into my Obama-era goal:
Write
and blog
a poem
or prose piece
each day.
The words may not be
insightful
or deep
or moving.
Or they might be.
Most importantly,
they will be
and are
who I am
and who I will be,
so as long as I write
and post
and am,
I exist
much more deeply
than I ever did before.
Maybe that’s why I feel
as though I’ve gone
into hiding.
Look out!
Fantasy Limits: Romantic Haiku
When I’m insecure,/
she says not to fantasize/