This tree bore witness to my morning commute, now with added crunchiness and slipperiness, due to steady drizzle falling on the icy road.
Caveat: Poem #2777 “Above”
ㅁ down the steps snow-laden to the hollow with fallen branches where the treehouse stairway provides access to the space damp with the rain and melting snow suspended there among greenery
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1870 “Standing aside for snow”
Caveat: Poem #2776 “Ephemerality”
ㅁ the atmosphere teems with sadnesses exhaled by all the aimless ghosts that populate the margins of our bland perceptions but when confronted fade right away like vapor rising up
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1869 “손병희”
This tree is a guest tree from my past. I took this picture in July, 2009, in Seoul. The tree is behind a statue of Son Byeong-hui, a Korean religious leader, modernization advocate, and later independence activist, who died in Japanese prison in 1922.
Caveat: Poem #2775 “Null statement”
Caveat: Tree #1868 “Contrast”
Caveat: Poem #2774 “Around”
Caveat: Tree #1867 “Dumptrucks and rain”
This tree saw a dumptruck parked at the neighbors’ place, where Richard is doing some work moving gravel and rocks, helping prepare the spot where the neighbors’ pier is going.
The day included over an inch of rain, which, layered on top of the packed snow and ice on the road, did no favors to the driveability of the road. It was horrible – very slip-slidey.
Caveat: Poem #2773 “That strange custom”
ㅁ The light comes early enough these days, that I can make coffee, breakfast, by the light from the window. But that will change again, next week, when the change - daylight savings - strange custom... remakes night.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1866 “An additional sprinkling of snow”
This tree suggested an additional sprinkling of snow, in the morning.
But later it turned to rain. Slushtabulous.
Caveat: Poem #2772 “The lurker”
ㅁ The road was covered in snow and ice. I'd decided on a short walk. I had no specific plan. The snow crunched underfoot. The light was purple. A pothole lurked, under snow... ate my foot.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1865 “Contemplation”
Caveat: Poem #2771 “The present moment”
ㅁ Walking from the car... the snow crunches. Late dusk: the road is lit purple. I like when it gets this cold. Mortality flavors unrepentant air and I know, then: what matters: only: now.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1864 “Amid crunchy, stale snow”
This tree saw sunny skies and quite cold temperatures (20 F = -7 C).
Caveat: Poem #2770 “A teller of tales”
ㅁ My life as a ghost has ups and downs. I don't always haunt as I'd like. Some days, people can see me. The insist I talk and join discussions, tell anecdotes. What's this ghost, sharing tales?
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1863 “Wintery days”
Caveat: Poem #2769 “Epistemological anxieties”
ㅁ what if words enchained made the whole world and what if we perceive patterns what if knowledge isn't real and what if we know things what if it's a dream and what if thoughts what if not and what if
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1862 “제주나무”
This tree is a guest tree from my past. I took this picture in the suburbs of Jeju City, South Korea in early 2011. I was there on a work-related “team building” excursion that was in most respects quite horrible, but it had some good moments.
Caveat: Poem #2768 “And then I woke up”
ㅁ I was detained by authorities at a surreal border crossing, where they demanded my phone - oddly, not my laptop. I stood between them, two guys speaking strange language. Such are dreams.
– a nonnet.
#Poetry #Nonnet
Caveat: Tree #1861 “Recent precipitation lingers on surfaces”
This tree stood by along the road to town.
I worked a half-day at the store, after a “staff meeting breakfast”. Good to keep us all getting along, working at the store, there.
Caveat: Poem #2767 “The great journey”
Caveat: Tree #1860 “Pipes, sea, containers”
This tree (one out yonder across the water, I reckon) saw the sun and drifting heavy gray clouds, while Art and I stopped at the VFW post in town, a Thursday ritual (photo from VFW post parking lot, a parking lot shared with a container shipping transshipment company).
Caveat: Poem #2766 “Not one”
ㅁ This haiku's not one. It starts out with the right shape, but then it kind of just rambles off in some kind of vague narrative.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1859 “Bowing out”
Caveat: Poem #2765 “Still more”
Caveat: Tree #1858 “The return”
This tree observed that winter had returned, after a strange month-and-half long hiatus (we had average daily temps in the 50’s F for most of the past 40 days).
Caveat: Poem #2764 “Interloper”
Caveat: Tree #1857 “Frosted rocks”
This tree witnessed ice on the beach. This happens when we have below-freezing, windy nights, with a high-tide in the middle of the night. The fresh river water freezes on top of the sea water, then the sea retreats leaving the ice on the beach.
Caveat: Poem #2763 “The slushification”
ㅁ Some snow might come and make things white, and smooth out nature's lines. But then the rain will follow that, and slushify those pines.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Tree #1856 “A la gringa”
This tree experienced some rain turning to snow this morning.
Arthur has told me he no longer likes making chicken chile verde (a sort of family traditional dish that he always did really well). I think the last few times it hasn’t gone well – forgetting ingredients, lose track of where he is in the process… somehow these difficulties actually gained traction in his memories. And so… I made an effort at making the stuff. I’m not sure I follow the exact same recipe – I lived in Mexico too long and my take is maybe a little less ‘a la gringa.’ But I think it came out alright.
Caveat: Poem #2762 “Dream ending”
ㅁ In the dream: old walls... tumbled, fell, self-destructed... and nothing was left.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1855 “The old logging road”
This tree was alongside the old logging road that goes up over the back of Sunnahae mountain.