She broke up with me/
over the phone. Now I feel/
broken, scared, alone.
OR
She broke up with me/
over the phone. I feel scared,/
broken and alone.
Tag Archives: working through issues
Too Late Understanding Howl: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Poetic Lament
Tonight I howled at the moon,
where I had once gathered firewood
for us,
for s’mores,
but now there will be
no more.
Howling and
screaming and
yelling
until
I couldn’t see
through my tears.
Then I pulled off
the road and howled
some more as I watched
my dreams
and visions
and hopes
and the waxing moon
disappear behind a giant cottonwood tree,
until the Union Pacific’s
long,
low moaning whistle
drowned out my own howling
at the moon
and the dreams
that had disappeared.
And when I was done,
when my howling had ended,
I drove long and slow
down that old swamp path,
eye and eye nearly swollen shut,
caked with dust
that had dried up
in these desert fields,
dried up and blown away,
not like a dream deferred,
but like a vision
and a hope
sacrificed on an altar
of obedience
I wasn’t quite ready
nor prepared
to kneel at.
Packers Versus Seahawks Conflict Solution: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
On this yearly day/
of conflict, should I be a/
12 or Cheesehead? Roots!
*As the 2020 playoffs loom, Seahawks versus Packers at Lambeau Field, I’m again faced with this conflict. I’ll do what I did in the past playoff game: Wear my Packers / KUHN jersey over my Seattle 12 / FAN jersey. Then, if the Hawks win (as they did last time), I just take off my Packers jersey and celebrate with the 12s!
Does She Still Read Me? Romantic Blogging Haiku
Does she still read me?/
Years of silence don’t mean that/
I’ll forget my Muse.
Who Are You And Where And Why? Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Poetry
You view me
from Romania
and Australia
and Algeria
and India
and South Africa
and Russia
and throughout
North and South
America,
and sometimes,
mon,
the islands,
Jamaica,
and Barcelona
and ahhhh,
I don’t know who
you
are,
or why
you
read
my work,
or what search
brought you over the see
to see
me
and my poetry.
Can’t you just
check in?
Say a few words
about the words
I’ve written?
Explain
why we crossed paths?
So I don’t have to wonder
what wander
brought you
to connect
with me
one way only?
Take a chance!
Connect! Trust!
(Unless you’re from France.
Then we’ll speak of Jerry Lewis.)
Always Too Busy Sometimes: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
They always claim that/
they are too busy for love,/
until they are not.
We’re Busy And Smart: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku
I know you’re busy./
So am I. But we’re both smart./
We should at least try.