I was wondering/
if she’d like my gifts, but she’s/
done, so I don’t care.
Tag Archives: working through issues
She’s Legitimately Going: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
She didn’t want to /
talk to him, but *her going /
was legitimate.
Or
*she’s going/
legitimately.
Stumble To Fall: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
She hoped I wouldn’t/
stumble over her. It’d be/
nice to fall for her.
Why Be You? Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet
She, alone, stood
and, debating her own best good,
faced down the gaping abyss
of conscious solo loneliness.
She knew another decision would
be, by others, easily understood
if she, reconsidering, stepped back;
let herself be lead down a different track.
She could easily hike hand in hand
through life’s journey with a man
who had never truly got
the greater knowledge and light she sought.
But she turned her vision to a loftier view;
Spread forth her arms, lept out, and flew.
Drowning Relationships: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
He’d seen it often./
She, interested, bantered./
He fell overboard.
There’s A Reason: Romantic Email Haiku Lament
I asked her some tough/
questions. I hoped for answers./
She left, got yogurt.
Natural Life Is: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
When you’re surrounded/
by nature, feeling the flow/
of life, sad happens.
Sliding Glass Door Requiem: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Lament
Oh, goldfinch!
Bright yellow cheer-bringer,
Flash of color
even in winter’s darkest days.
Too late I moved toward
The sliding glass door
Where you would have seen my shadow
And veered away.
Instead:
Thunk.
“Oh no nonono!”
I cry
and reach for you,
fallen,
as your glowing tail feathers
fan out wide
in a blaze of color,
then close as tight
as your dainty feet,
curled.
You are still warm
as I hold you,
tiny,
in the palm of my hand.
Tears well up
as I wait,
hoping.
But your eyes stay open,
fixed and dilated,
and even as I hold you,
admiring your bright gold feathers
and the tiny streaks of red on your breast
that I’ve never noticed before,
you grow cold in my hand.
I place you
tenderly,
at the base of the daffodils
which mimic your radiant glory,
but which,
like you,
are starting to fade away.
Not Grabbing What I Shouldn’t: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I once held her close,/
swayed gently. I could have grabbed/
there; glad I didn’t.