Seeking strength,
I went to my Temple.
Upstairs,
the signal
was never strong.
But today,
when I needed it most,
it was five bars,
loud and clear.
I sat,
by myself,
in my corridor,
(having met Santa twice already),
and connected
more than I have in awhile.
Soon,
after being surrounded
by art
(Russian Impressionism),
tuba,
Utah Lake mud tile,
and children,
I will go find milk
and a cookie.
This is worship.
This is connection.
This is receiving
the signal
at the Temple.
Tag Archives: working through issues
Getting The Christmas Spirit: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Maybe the best way/
to get the Christmas spirit/
is to act like Christ.
He’d Had His Chance: Romantic Blogging Free Verse Poem
He’d had his chance
to dance
the faithful foxtrot;
the passionate polka;
the spiritual samba;
the wayfaring man waltz.
He had,
once,
started the music playing,
but then,
in his ignorance,
had hit several wrong chords,
and the dance ended.
The stagecoach turned
into a pumpkin,
and the glass slipper
cracked and shattered.
But he kept humming
different tunes,
until he figured out
which one was his
true
melody.
Which one
could be played
in hallowed courts.
Which one
would ring right
in her ears,
through her brain,
flutter her heart,
transform her soul
as his
had been.
He hoped she,
with her lofty view,
would let him
sing again,
high on the mountain top.
Feeling Funkified: Revolutionary ImproVerse Limerick
Why do I feel so funkified?/
Like the joy that lives within me, died?/
Is it just that I am overly tired?/
Or I got exhausted as I worked and perspired?/
Or would I feel better if I just emoted and cried?
Not What I Would Do, But What I Did: Romantic Email Poetry
They were only
words:
Words
meant to create
emotions,
share feelings,
verbally prompt us
to enjoy each other.
Instead,
remembering the words,
knowing how they impacted you,
makes me feel
like I’ve trampled
on flowers,
squished ladybugs
under my heel,
turned a magnifying glass’s beam
on an ant hill,
thrown frogs in the road,
torn the wings
off of butterflies.
That is not
who I am.
That is not
what I would do.
And yet,
With my mouth,
my lips,
my tongue,
I did.
And The Lord Was Not In The Wind: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When you follow the/
Lord’s promptings you may learn why/
you had to do it.
No Losers Here: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When your child tells you:/
“We are all losers!”, it’s time/
that you prove her wrong.
Returning To Seattle: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Giant red cedars./
Moss. Ferns. Rain. Gray skies. Traffic.
I don’t miss a thing.
In And Out: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
You try to save cash,/
but sometimes you have to pay/
for mistakes you make.
Wit To Wit Quit: Revolutionary IMprov Limerick
You have proclaimed it:
We can stand, wit to wit.
But now, see my postings erased.
Such pained bantering is not my taste.
I apologize … and quit.