ㅁ Kiamon knew in the tomb of her heart: All was a dream and she'd wake with a start Trapped deep inside some philosopher's cave. Meanwhile, she wept at her grandmother's grave.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Month: November 2020
Caveat: Tree #667
This tree is tasting the sea.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1567 “Twenty-seventh stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon watched as the sun tasted sky. Clouds were flushed gold and she thought she would die. Gusts licked the dawn and the trees failed to show. Angels cavorted across the fresh snow.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Tree #666
This out-of-focus tree saw a landslide.
This is a numerologist’s nightmare: tree #666 on Friday the 13th! You might imagine this tree as a protagonist in a very slow-moving horror movie.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1566 “Twenty-sixth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon's mouth was all flavored with dust: tasting like stones and small hintings of rust. These were the nerves that she felt at that time: facing her fears, among trees clothed in rime.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Tree #665
This tree is taller than my little greenhouse.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1565 “Glitter”
ㅁ Frost on the gravel thick enough to look like snow, pale bits of lost sky.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #664
This tree is among others along the road.
[daily log: walking, 2km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1564 “Stellar”
ㅁ The road was all dark. The cloudless sky was dark too. There were many stars.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #663
This tree is above the mountain.
I am tired.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km; retailing, 8hr]
Caveat: Poem #1563 “Low expectations”
ㅁ I sleep on the floor. This seems like a strange custom: low expectations.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #662
This tree has roots encompassing the stump of an ancestor.
[daily log: walking, xkm]
Caveat: Poem #1562 “The origin of urbanism”
ㅁ The city is made... made from abstractions and dreams... dreams that become shapes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #661
This tree experienced a lot of snow. I took this picture in rural Yeonggwang County, Jeollanam Province, South Korea, while living there in December, 2010. Sometimes I miss Korea quite yearningly, deep in my soul.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1561 “Narcissistic dawn”
ㅁ A band of orange or pinkish cloud is displayed by garish morning.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #660
This tree is immersed in solipsism.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1560 “Behold the mountain”
ㅁ Before dawn I saw a strip of gold, and of white: Sunnahae, with sun.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #659
This tree finds its own way.
I made a cake.
[daily log: walking, 4.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1559 “Upcountry”
ㅁ Small sparklings of snow appeared on the trees beyond, beyond other trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #658
This young hemlock tree is battling wills with a largish mushroom.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1558 “The bear of the imagination”
ㅁ Invisible bears with dubious intentions lurk just beyond view.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #657
This tree watched the sun set at 3:30 in the afternoon.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1557 “Decline”
ㅁ Modernity's passed. Instead we see our empire's senseless senescence.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #656
This tree saw the morning moon (small, pale disk just below and slightly left of center).
[daily log: walking, 2.5km; retailing, 5hr]
Caveat: Poem #1556 “Strata”
ㅁ Where the water'd crossed: Gravel on the forest floor Above the brown duff.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #655
This tree saw a dumptruck (with caveats).
The road to town is allegedly open again. I’ll try it tomorrow, going to work.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1555 “Opposition to nature”
ㅁ Civilization battles the stones and water with wins and losses.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #654
This tree witnessed my efforts to divert some of the water that was flowing along the uphill side of the road across the road, using small dikes of gravel.
That was to prevent the “main” culvert from overflowing at the head of our driveway, because once that happens, our driveway begins to erode quickly. We have received 4 inches of rain in 36 hours. It’s still raining. The road to town is closed again, as of last night.
Here is the main culvert, not-quite-full.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1554 “Hermitage”
ㅁ I was a hermit. It's easy to just sit here. Really, I still am.
– a pseudo-haiku.