Caveat: Poem #1140

worried thoughts   bold plans   internal doubts
early dusk

optimistic words   verbal hesitations   pertinent questions
black caterpillars

long pauses   happy suggestions   convoluted rationalizations
aimless slugs

they might
to change
and nevertheless
we remain

looming fog   still forest   patient spider
irresolute conversation

– a quennet

Caveat: Poem #1138

she said.
She sat down
and looked around.
"The gods can't see us."
He just listened, musing.
"Perhaps when the sun comes out..."
A deer poked its head out at them.
The clouds made the sky a dull, gray slate.
He stood, restlessly, pacing the ground.
The deer, now startled, disappeared.
Droplets of water scattered.
"What if we..." he began.
He gazed mountainward.
She shook her head.
"There's nothing."
He slumped.

– a reverse nonnet followed by a nonnet, an effort to tell a compact (and fictional) story