ㅁ fragments of water strewn across narrow valleys filling in deep holes
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #847 “November’s plan”
ㅁ Fog's condensation lining the tips of branches outline November.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #846 “Nekkhamma”
ㅁ Moments of friendship, Unintended kindnesses, Slow entanglements.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #845 “The requirements of the day”
ㅁ Thanks: for life; for weather; for happiness; for looming mountains; for the colorful leaves; for long walks in a downpour; for a moment of reflection; for pauses after conversation.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #844 “The leaf”
ㅁ the night gives the day the sun makes the falling rain a leaf there lies still
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #843 “Behind the wheel”
ㅁ drive off the ferry, go through customs, drive in the rain to Tim Hortons drive to a rest area drive up the river's path drive east to Prince George drive through the snow drive at night drive south drive.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #842 “Prince Rupert, BC”
ㅁ Twenty years ago I was here in Prince Rupert. It is still raining.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #841 “Consumed”
ㅁ light comes out so slowly: gradually, it forces aside the grasping bits of dark which the trees have eaten, and finally a bold grayness suffuses reality with calm.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #840 “Serve yourself”
ㅁ The dawn is like soup: a broth of gray fills the air, chilled, unsavory.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #839 “Post mortem”
ㅁ So twenty blurry years ago today I made a try at dying: took some pills... instead became a ghost abroad. It stayed as if a dream had taken over this... this world, this life, this cold oneiric space. I found I could not stop my headlong trip because each trembling leaf I saw had grace. And finally, the ghost had found his will.
– some lines of blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #838 “Emergent phenomena”
ㅁ among the shadows nothing is necessary the gods just emerge
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #837 “Mud”
ㅁ mud has its own moods not influenced by light's moves waiting for darkness
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #836 “Lines of escape”
ㅁ autumn's reflections articulate water's shapes and dismember time
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #835 “Qualia”
ㅁ the wind tears at trees thrusts branches, tosses needles, throws the rain around
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #834 “Mood shift”
ㅁ Phrases slip out and envelop the air hanging and swirling across small divides so, in that way they embrace the despair slowly arriving like foam on the tides
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #833 “Cosmos”
ㅁ on the edges of things bits of meaning can be found: there... a bird flits by.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #832 “Self-remonstration”
ㅁ You'd think, with free time, I'd finish that damn novel. But I can't seem to.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #831 “Some disorder”
ㅁ Pieces of paper are scattered across my desk. Outside, the wind blows.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #830 “The speculative other”
ㅁ What do the deer dream, curled up in some woody hollow? Do bears lurk out there?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #829 “Autumnal offering”
ㅁ from naked branches shimmering in twilight air tiny jewels hang
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #828 “Nature’s composition”
ㅁ negative spaces of cerulean and pale, sketched by tree branches
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #827 “Listen”
ㅁ it's necessary to answer the voices heard to walk and to think
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #826 “Still in progress”
ㅁ A book I started - oh, thirty years ago now - but I'll try again.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #825 “Like obligation”
ㅁ The rain is like truth: It comes, but it's unwanted. Let it feed the roots.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #824 “Iuriong’s second stanza”
ㅁ He may have harbored some hopes in his day, Cruel was the world, and unkind were the fates, Robbed and neglected, the gods had their say... Loathsome and brutish, they lifted life's weights.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter, about a fictional character.
Caveat: Poem #823 “So vain”
ㅁ The sun's vanity: to give illumination where the air resists...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #822 “Samhain”
ㅁ Dawn comes later now. The sky, dull silver at eight, tastes the reaching trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #821 “In praise of the sun’s absence”
ㅁ I love the light's mood When the Fall overcast hangs So low and so gray.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #820 “The dweller below”
ㅁ Darkness enveloped; the stones clattered underfoot; below, the sea dwelt.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #819 “Upādāna”
ㅁ We have attachments that others don't understand. Why so many books?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #818 “Tarot”
ㅁ Once every day he would ponder the cards, gathering insights that opened his mind, spinning out visions and signs into shards, then he would put them away, and go blind.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #817 “A bargain”
ㅁ Gravity, Faust-like, grants us powers, but demands we respect its rules.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #816 “Thursday is shopping day”
ㅁ Thursdays: into town, do some shopping, run errands - the week's adventure.
– a pseudo-haiku.