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
hope
to change
minds
and nevertheless
we remain
obdurate
looming fog still forest patient spider
irresolute conversation
– a quennet
A speculative solipsism: I imagined being a bear. The world was an endless verb. All objects were nameless. Feelings thrummed through me. The seasons changed. The trees drooped. Leaves fell. Bare.
– a nonnet
"True," 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. Wept.
– a reverse nonnet followed by a nonnet, an effort to tell a compact (and fictional) story
The cormorant sits on the dock's arch, but it maintains a sidelong gaze as if unsure where to look. Other times, two ravens, or some gray seagulls, socialize there. Mostly, though, no birds sit.
– a nonnet
Pipes arrayed in efforts to control things providing pathways to distribute water pulled deep from under the ground cool and calmly indifferent meeting the world after long dark years
– a reverse nonnet
Fear cleans out your veins: the sea surges with silver... your day in a boat
– a pseudo-haiku
there used to be goats they'd go out onto the dock and become confused
– a pseudo-haiku
I've been uninspired so I compose these fragments and toss them like stones.
– a pseudo-haiku
The cosmologist confronted the awkward fact: he was just self-taught.
– a pseudo-haiku
In a backwards way, from motorways to mountains, the country evolved.
– a pseudo-haiku
under the raining between all the grayish skies the earth rests, greening
– a pseudo-haiku
having friends visit is like noticing a cloud with striking colors
– a pseudo-haiku
Potential is shown for artistic endeavor - actual art, no
– a pseudo-haiku
When presented stars, we could admire them, maybe, as they fall burning
– a pseudo-haiku
with the rising sun the chickens found the house gone it burned overnight
– a pseudo-haiku
now each day's evening comes sooner than the prior well that's how fall goes
– a pseudo-haiku
I will wake early I will walk in the cool fog I will know despair
– a pseudo-haiku
boat like a dull ax thrust at islands' rough edges, obdurate ocean
– a pseudo-haiku
mildew made progress across wooden furniture because all was damp
– a pseudo-haiku
Here, the sea is not just sea - rather, too, Islands throughout feel free To commingle, and to be A green, fractious committee.
– an englyn in the style developed by Robertson Davies
streets: sprawling creative impositions, engineering feats, landscape alterations, geographic abstractions, connections between unseen nodes, or just unthinking lines on a map.
– a reverse nonnet
I saw the sawed logs. On sharp slants, the logs see-sawed. See, I'd been sawing.
– a silly pseudo-haiku
I saw some rocks there... but no, they did not see me: they were looking down.
– a pseudo-haiku
It's just easier, sometimes, to write something dull, ignoring the clouds.
– a pseudo-haiku
I love wind and rain - Perhaps they conjure childhood, Tapping on the roof.
– a pseudo-haiku
viento bruto que no pare viento muy hambriento sopla viento come todos nubes viento espera fin del mundo
– cuarteto de métrica romance
Yesterday the wind kept the air cool. It is that moment when you think: Fall is waiting, at stage left, planning its grand entrance, anticipating, reviewing lines, upstaging sunny days
– a nonnet
A wind came along and harassed all the tall trees. They bent their branches.
– a pseudo-haiku
Some trees survived to tell their fate to birds that passed them by, but others lost their lives and fell, then, disowned by the sky.
– a quatrain in ballad meter
I feel consumed with stress these days; I worry and I sigh. My stomach ties itself in knots; my soul just wants to cry.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Water runs downhill, but trees grow skyward, plus... clouds; is gravity real?
– a pseudo-haiku
the history of things lies buried down beneath the present moment scrabbling like bored zombies or predators on drugs seeking to come out sniffing at now kicking dirt: grinning things
– a nonnet
First, place a big rock beside the road. Find another big rock to add. Balance yet a third on top. Now step back to admire. Think about hubris. Contemplate art. Find meaning. Raise doubts. Dream.
– a nonnet
