I don’t know that I’d/
ever heard a lone goose call/
so frantic and sad.
Tag Archives: working through issues
Little Red Rooster Cherry Crisp: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
I am certain that,
at some point,
I will create
a little red hen-type poem
about the joy of picking pie cherries
(with permission)
from The Neighbor’s tree,
processing the cherries
by putting them,
one by one,
and giving them to my aunt
to let her make them into
a fabulous cherry pie
nearly a year after the Harvest.
But right now,
my fingers are sore
from pulling out the pits.
My back is sore
from standing at the counter
too short for me,
and my hands are too messy
from the cherry juice
that has squirted out
all over the entire kitchen.
And besides,
I don’t even know
what the pie
will taste like.
Addendum:
As it turns out,
this was even more
of a Little Red Hen poem
than I thought it would be.
I’d delayed,
too long,
bringing my Aunt
the pie cherries.
So I took them back home,
put together a fruit crisp
(previously made with apples,
or peaches,
or strawberries,
or rhubarb,
or something similar).
This time, it featured my home-harvested
pie cherries.
Served ala’ mode after
a massive Easter dinner
with family and friends,
the self-picked-and-pitted-and-prepared-and-baked-organic-pie-cherry-crisp
was something I should eat
and share
by myself.
And so I did.
Getting Up For Easter: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
On this Easter morn,/
though He is risen, I still/
don’t want to get up.
On Accepting Help: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem
It’s such a common thing
among
the sisters of Zion.
So many walls up.
So much fear.
And worry.
And don’ts.
And can’ts.
And shouldn’ts.
As though they think
anyone will think
less of them
for the less
that others do
to them.
As though we
who have been
or could be
there
would ever
deride them
for seeking,
quietly,
for the help
others force them into.
They feel bad
and hide
and suffer
inside,
instead
of letting charity
never fail.
Dating Conundrum: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
What should a man do/
when he knows she’s another’s,/
but he can’t leave her?
Ask How To Change The World: Revolutionary Email Haiku
Her mail signature /
told me to ask how to change/
the world. I learned, did.
IcelandAir Is The Next Gate Over: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
After waiting hours /
for my delayed flight, I think/
Reykjavik sounds good.
Why I Can’t Write More: Romantic Email Haiku
I would write more, but/
my hands are trembling again,/
and my flight’s leaving.