ㅁ An orange moon rose, above Bakersfield's dim lights, while I drove, southbound.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Month: November 2022
Caveat: Tree #1387 “Riverside”
This tree, down by the Tualatin River, was there when Juli watched a salmon jumping on Saturday afternoon.
[daily log: walking, 1km; driving, 1336km]
Caveat: Poem #2294 “A breath”
ㅁ the world, like a lung expands impulsively out and then shrinks again
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1386 “Standing aloof”
This tree stood aloof as Arthur walked by at the top of Juli and Keith’s driveway in the afternoon.
[daily log: walking, 4km;]
Caveat: Poem #2293 “Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose”
ㅁ We left behind rain, traveled some eight hundred miles, and arrived in rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1385 “The tree in Ketchikan”
This tree supervised an industrial area in Ketchikan.
We traveled all day and arrived in Cherry Grove, Oregon, late at night.
[daily log: walking, 6km; traveling (cars, boats, planes, cars), 1312km]
Caveat: Poem #2292 “Salutations in passing”
ㅁ We waved at the sea. And the sea waved back at us... with surging whitecaps.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1384 “Witnessing whiteness”
This tree witnessed whiteness.
Art and I did some last-minute looking for things that can’t be found, but must be found, preliminary to our departure for points south, dark and early, tomorrow morning.
We’ll see how things go.
[daily log: walking, 5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2291 “A moment of reflection”
ㅁ Some snow fell last night. You can see moonlight reflect. It might change to rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1383 “Supervising the daily commute”
This tree supervised traffic on the daily commute.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 8.5hr]
Caveat: Poem #2290 “Not quite darkness”
ㅁ The moonlight shone in, illuminating the floor. I left the lights off.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1382 “A tree or three, and me”
This tree is a guest tree from my past. And really it’s not so much a tree, as me – although there are undeniable trees present. Standing along pedestrian street in Ilsan, near my home, in November, 2011. My friend Peter (who’s visited me here in Alaska) took this picture.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 8.5hr]
Caveat: Poem #2289 “Apocalypse”
ㅁ the wind cleared the sky dried the mud along the road chilled my monologue
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1381 “Not paying attention”
This tree ignored a snowy mountain.
[daily log: walking, 4.5km; dogwalking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #2288 “A denizen of the sky”
ㅁ the moon was all white climbing up the eastern sky plotting its glowing
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1380 “Over on lot 73”
This tree experienced colder weather over on lot 73.
Arthur lost his computer (macBook) earlier today. It was quite distressing for both of us. We spent several hours looking for it – I even looked for it outside. It just seemed there were only so many places it could have ended up. Finally, close to bedtime, I found it – it was tucked between the sheets at the foot of the bed where he’s been sleeping. How it got there… I’ll not speculate too much.
[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #2287 “Struggle”
ㅁ I sat down in the cold snow, getting wet, trying to get that round 'O', the wheel, on the hub; too low.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Tree #1379 “Extrinsic motivation”
This tree was there when I installed the snow tires on the blueberry (Chevy Tahoe)… in the snow.
The snow served as a kind of extrinsic motivation.
[daily log: walking, 5.5km; dogwalking, 3km; tiring, 3hr]
Caveat: Poem #2286 “Two against one”
ㅁ the mud grasped at me and made dark alliances with grim gravity
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1378 “At the water’s edge”
This tree is at the water’s edge.
I didn’t walk the dog today because I hurt my ankle stepping in a hole at the library yesterday in town. But I think it’s not badly damaged – I just wanted to not push it too much.
[daily log: walking, 2km;]
Caveat: Poem #2285 “Waiting for the parade”
ㅁ The ravens lined up along the road there in town, hoping for a show.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1377 “Life choices”
This tree made the choice to grow here.
[daily log: walking, 5km; dogwalking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #2284 “Sixty-sixth stanza”
ㅁ Not-A-Wolf tested the ground with his feet: icy, and gaining a layer of sleet. Nevertheless, he decided to move. Soldiers were coming. He'd something to prove.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Not-A-Wolf is Kiamon’s great-great-great-great-grandfather.
Caveat: Tree #1376 “A chill flame”
This tree met the chill flame of dawn.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 8.5hr]
Caveat: Poem #2283 “The moonlit sea”
ㅁ The moon was big and oddly shaped: three-quarters full, a lump. It hung out over islands, there: the mountain just a bump.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Tree #1375 “Preparations”
This tree wanted to prepare for colder weather.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 8.5hr]
Caveat: Poem #2282 “Winter’s first attempt”
ㅁ yesterday morning there were some remnants of snow scattered here and there
– a pseudo-haiku.