Some suns shine longer On the blue cupric sea's bay. For example: summer's.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1049 “Unanswerable”
An unexpected crisis crafts doubts. Why this body's betrayal, now? How is the world so unfair? Can anything be done? Where is this going? How bad is it? Who can help? What if? And?
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1048 “Undeveloped territory”
nothing stretches out, a metropolis of doubt, vast tracts of maybe
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1047 “The final word”
Maybe there's something, despite the rain, that needs to get done. This dull rain cannot prevent such tasks. Rain speckles the water. Rain is a constant. Rain cleans hillsides. Rain greets me. Rain speaks. Rain.... Rain.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1046 “Adrift”
rain on the smooth lakes, a Makaskan winter's fields, the loamy, cool earth
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1045 “Stationary”
The last few days, the rain has returned. It's hard to find motivation. I make some progress with maps. It's nice to breathe wet air. Spots speckle water. The green trees bend. Insects fly. Streams race. Watch.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1044 “Speechless”
failure to compose: the meanings fail to enchain, no words trundle out
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1043 “How to write a pseudo-haiku”
counting syllables is the way to satisfy this form's requirement
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1042 “If you just talk loud enough, you can’t hear the voices”
The point of writing is to silence the murmurs that line the world's edge.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1041 “Still night”
a stasis unfolds possessing the small spaces that surround the days
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1040 “The fool”
Fools suffer distressing vicissitudes, while the world just spins: cupric waters stand still, the bears stroll along the roads and the moon rakes the paling sky. So this fool sits and watches it all.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1039 “Apathy”
One contemplates goals but taking action is hard. Better just daydream.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1038 “An old tree”
Oh, what should I write? There's that tree out the window. But it's not so new.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1037 “The age of humanity”
under a gold sky and tasting the smoky air: anthropocene dreams
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1036 “A supposition”
suppose a pink cloud overtook the dull drizzle and declared day's end
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1035 “Not now”
It is four A.M. and the sky is brightening, so when should I sleep?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1034 “Glossolalia”
unreal words deployed carve out landscapes in the mind like lucid dreaming
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1033 “A drive through the neighborhood”
that crunch of some tires on the gravel road up there a few times a day
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1032 “Water, sky”
down the road, morning grasping at bits of water, the sky just as blue
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1031 “Transmogrification”
bread and bacon, piled with lettuce and tomato... failed sandwich: salad!
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1030 “Syntactic verse”
ㅁ strident birds green ideas forceful sunlight gloomy eagle grave concerns red movement gentle wind rough bark angular branches precipitous descent able creatures spinning insects the day arrives but nothing changes except now it all feels different deep soil dull failure dead spirits ghostly contortions
– a quennet. This poetic form, called a quennet, is one of the many odd and wonderful things to emerge from Oulipo. It is a specification not based on meter or rhyme but rather parts of speech and word counts – you could argue that it is syntactic versification. I think more could be done with inventing such constraints.
Caveat: Poem #1029 “The nearing summer solstice”
as the solstice nears: a quadrangle of dawn's sun flees the north window
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1028 “A concrete haiku”
a few syllables strung out like stones on a path embedded in mud
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1027 “A failure to communicate”
The silver sea spits, praying for rain, no comment... tree shrouded islands
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1026 “Meteorological activities”
The sky enfolds pale and the rain makes suggestions while mist chews the trees
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1025 “Another nonnet that ends with the word ‘stop'”
There are plenty of words at the start. These words emerge and tumble down. They fall in cold rivulets. Soon, there are piles of words. Strangers tromp through them. They block the view. Children play. I sigh. Stop.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1024 “Numerological babble”
one oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh - two to the tenth
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1023 “The singing string”
A string sings along through the lumpy, bumpy sea... our sad, swollen sea.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1022 “Exposed”
the tide is quite low there are crabs among the rocks an eagle watches.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1021 “A run-on sentence about time”
Wind precludes the silence which sits waiting at the edge of things, off in the forest, there, down by the surging waters, where the eagle crouches, watching, and no one awaits nothing but time.
– a reverse nonet.
Caveat: Poem #1020 “As survivalists will do”
some survivalists surveyed their situations and gazed at the sky
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1019 “Random noise”
Hi, narrator here. Please disregard these meanings. The words stand alone.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1018 “Three signs of the apocalypse”
ㅁ Firstly, we gazed askance at the spaceship Plunging wild through the grim-faced sky. Flares were winking on a trailing wingtip Where a faded emblem seemed to fly. Secondly, speakers sung with the voices Screaming out dangers and proffering choices, Hinting at various important things. Dark was the mood then, beshadowed by wings. Thirdly, our leaders emptied the city. Multitudes fled to the sun-tortured hills, Some of them starving while others sold pills Which the wounded endured. Such a pity. Endless miseries kept ensuing - Doubts, above all. What were we doing?
– a sonnet in an irregular tetrameter (maybe).