Summer’s Landing Strip: Romantic Blogging Haiku

There is a long, black/
landing strip. I watch her land,/
anticipating.

Come What May Surrendering: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Surrendering to/
“come what may” means nothing much/
creative appears

When one surrenders/
to “What is”, then one gives up/
what could and should be.

It’s your choice. I give/
you voice. Lead and guide our talk,/
or in silence walk.

I’m learning to be./
Alone, independent. Me./
What’s the attraction?

I’m learning to be./
Alone, independent. Me./
I don’t get the draw.

I am embarrassed/
by dawn’s bright light/
to have illuminated/
what I wrote last night.

Her slow response time/
made him wonder: Continue?/
Or let her slumber?

Too late he learned she/
meant it when she said sometimes/
too late is too late.

He leaned
and, listening, dreamed
thots of her,
voice near,
in near slumber.

What mite
it b like
2 hear her voice,
close?

2 feel her form,
warm,
at times b4 felt,
that made him melt?

Would she be prepared/
or unaware of what late/
night missive he’d give?