This tree (in a neighbor-down-the-road’s yard) got stared at by an eagle (just barely visible perched near the middle of the double-row of disused pier pillars going out into the water).
Month: April 2023
Caveat: Poem #2461 “With intent”
Caveat: Tree #1554 “It’s just where I’m at”
This tree bore mute witness to frankly unprecedented levels of narcissism.
Which is to say, I put up my street sign.
Caveat: Poem #2460 “An unwise wager”
ㅁ The sun appeared at dawn and seemed to glow. I stepped outside a moment just to see. Two hours passed. Clouds strolled in and set the tone. My mind was shrouded by their grayish game. I played my hand but lost to further rain.
– five lines in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Tree #1553 “The abandoned artifact”
This tree provided shelter to a mysterious piece of abandoned technology down a steep hillside along the road.
Caveat: Poem #2459 “The brief ballad of being alive”
ㅁ With unrequited consciousness, we slowly make our way. The rocks and trees don't answer us, and night succumbs to day.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Tree #1552 “A place for boats”
This tree was adjacent a big water, a place for boats, while the tide was low.
Caveat: Poem #2458 “A decision”
ㅁ Raven spiralled downward surveying the parked cars and chose a black truck to land on, content.
– a cinquain.
#Poetry #Cinquain
Caveat: Tree #1551 “On the path up to the greenhouse”
This tree was alongside a small stream swollen with recent rain.
Caveat: Poem #2457 “The natural evolution of things”
ㅁ The sun, in the morning, gave way to clouds, later, which then switched to spitting strong wind, and rain.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Tree #1550 “The view from the base of the treehouse”
This tree was at the view from the bottom of the steps to the treehouse.
Caveat: Poem #2456 “A springtime daily chore”
Caveat: Tree #1549 “Tiltier”
Caveat: Poem #2455 “Things that happen even in Alaska”
Caveat: Tree #1548 “Stellar jay”
This tree contained a stellar jay (a bluish bird, hard to see and not as strikingly blue as it seemed in real life).
Caveat: Poem #2454 “A carcass habit”
ㅁ The dog escaped and ran away - she'd smelled something quite dead. I found her later at the pond, The dead thing near her head.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Tree #1547 “Blueberry blooms”
Caveat: Poem #2453 “Nature’s bureaucracy”
ㅁ The sun appears, and tries a few days. But this here is the rainforest. The clouds own the agenda. Today's meeting topic: Precipitation. Let's discuss this with ourselves: "drip, drop... drip."
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1546 “Dog on the beach”
This tree hung out near the beach while the dog ran around on the mud flats at low tide, harassing seagulls.
You can see the dog as a white speck at the waterline in the left-center of the picture.
Caveat: Poem #2452 “The neighborhood improvement association”
ㅁ This guy with a machine came along our dirt road and hacked down many shrubs and trees. Un-treed.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Tree #1545 “Veterans”
This tree was in front of the Veterans Center, in town.
I try to stop at the Veterans Center (=VFW Post) in Craig on Thursdays, when Arthur and I go into town for “shopping day.” Art resists, but I think at least some small degree of socialization must be good for him, despite his inclination otherwise. Anyway, he can hang out with other grumpy old men for a while. And Jan, who is the administrative head of the post and has helped much in the past with Veterans-related advocacy-type help, is a reliable friend.
Caveat: Poem #2451 “A small mammal experiences regret”
ㅁ The mouse in the greenhouse dug up my planted seeds. Annoyed, I put a trap in there. Sad mouse.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Tree #1544 “Suntanning”
This tree was working on its suntan.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 8hr; troubleshooting broken data, 3hr]
Caveat: Poem #2450 “The travails of retail”
ㅁ "It's dead - no customers," I told my coworker. She felt bad for me, so she bought something.
– a cinquain.