ㅁ Sunnahae has moods demarcated by the clouds showing gold or white.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Year: 2021
Caveat: Tree #739
This tree has also been eclipsed by one of my patented disks of ice.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1639 “Splinters”
ㅁ I cut all these boards so they'll fit together right, but I got splinters.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #738
This tree was snowed upon while others were not. Can you see which tree it was?
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1638 “Frictionless planet”
ㅁ A pale slush appeared coating road and rock and rail denying traction.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #737
This tree framed the sea.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1637 “Archeology”
ㅁ My papers in piles, a vague archeology indicating time.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #736
This tree has been killed and processed, the better to serve as the flooring (deck) of my treehouse. Also, I bought some wood to frame out a new “foundation” for my storage tent, since it got unmounted by high winds last week.
I hooked up the heavy-duty trailer, and Art and I drove into town on a special trip so I could spend some of my hard-earned gift-store salary on materials for my treehouse project. It was a lot of work, and harder to drive the potholey road with a loaded trailer.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1636 “Wariness”
ㅁ The stellar jay hopped. There on a branch, watching me. Distrustful creature.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #735
This tree has been eclipsed by a circlet of ice that I found frozen on the surface of a plastic bucket and placed upon a decorative pile of rocks.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1635 “Onomatopoeic summary”
ㅁ I commute to town via potholes. Sometimes I can dodge them, swerving. But always, it's bumpiness. Thachunkity roughness. Umpadonkiness. Thunka wunka. Slow-fast-stop. Rattle. Bonk!
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #734
This tree was framed by other trees.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 7hr]
Caveat: Poem #1634 “Cooling”
ㅁ The stars had appeared as the clouds yielded to wind and the damp air froze.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #733
This tree watched fast-moving clouds.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1633 “By feel”
ㅁ It's dark and I walk Just the dimmest light from stars Ah there's a tree.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #732
This tree was witness to the fact that my “studio” (a plastic storage tent structure) had been subjected to high winds and therefore dislodged from its moorings.
I spent some time putting rocks and logs on parts of the “feet” to hold it in place temporarily, but will need to reengineer the base of it. Meanwhile, I got distracted sorting the dirt in my greenhouse, because I want to temporarily store some of the things from the studio up in the green house.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1632 “Visionary”
ㅁ I woke so early. The open window murmured. I watched the darkness.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #731
This tree is up the hill and feels damp.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1631 “Mostly cloudy”
ㅁ Okay, just a patch of blue sky making a show but the clouds return.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #730
This tree was near the house.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1630 “Winter in the rainforest”
ㅁ Last winter at this time, the cold hummed. It tasted trees and wrought sparkles. It made the road as cool glass. This winter's song's distinct. It sends endless storms. It layers rain upon rain upon rain.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #729
This tree oversaw the new culvert’s proper functioning.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1629 “The song must go on”
ㅁ The rain and the snow alternated while clouds passed. But I heard a bird.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #728
This tree saw a sprinkling of snow.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1628 “A boatless sail”
ㅁ The wind absconded with the big dirty white tarp. So I put it back.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #727
This tree is along the road to town.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1627 “Nope”
ㅁ Do you really think anyone's going to read all these dumb haikus?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #726
This tree is working with another tree to frame the pre-dawn light.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1626 “Fragmented reality”
ㅁ Shards of reaction against a world not well-known scatter through our minds
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #725
This tree stood guard over the newly re-wrapped RV. It was a lot of work getting that wet tarp back over it.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1625 “The recurring maps in my dreams”
ㅁ Dreamed I searched for a book but failed to find wandered cities, towns the tierra caliente in Mexico's humid south a book of hand-drawn maps appeared the man refused to sell it to me
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #724
This tree happened to notice that the strong winds of the last few days had disrobed my RV. I put down some rocks to weight it down, and will try re-wrap the machine once this rainstorm dies down (in Spring?).
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1624 “Parallel”
ㅁ The tree took two paths: both were upward wanderings, both sought out the sky.
– a pseudo-haiku.