ㅁ sea! down there through branches a bit of light the water reflects a flash of morning
– a nonnet.
Month: May 2025
Caveat: Poem #3211 “Taking her time”
ㅁ Shrouded in a gauze of mists and clouds, bedecked with stones and verdant trees, the mountain was quite demure. She awaited something unprecedented, geologic, and worthwhile: the next age.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3210 “The apocalypse of senescence”
ㅁ Everyone got old all at once. This created endless problems. People forgot what to do. They ranted against things, wondering about all the changes they themselves had just wrought.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3209 “The tourists”
ㅁ Boats arrived with people to look around at the island's stuff. Oh, look, there's a few trees, and some run-down looking homes, several worn excavators, a cargo container in a yard.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3208 “Cavortations”
ㅁ The robins played tag with dusty cars, passing by, swooping and wheeling.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3207 “Traffic patterns”
ㅁ I saw three slugs there, commuting through our driveway. They had to hurry.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3206 “What then?”
ㅁ so i work a lot. the store eats up hours and hours. burnout's on the way.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3205 “A pause in the rain”
ㅁ The sea was pinkish as the setting sun glowered beyond the islands.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3204 “Unnecessary embelishments”
ㅁ The bird was chirping. The repetition struck me as over the top.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3203 “Faces”
ㅁ stones piled up like statues beside the road suggest foggy apophenic meanings
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3202 “A black blur”
ㅁ Whoosh - the raven swooped past my window. Just a buzzing of wings, then the wind. I glanced at the flash of black. The tree branches had seen: they waved in greeting. Some time passed by. Then, again: raven flew.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3201 “Tunnel vision”
ㅁ The world, it narrows till at last the only thing is lonely sleep. All words will fail, and lost: the past. The world, it narrows till at last the archive's hollow, empty, vast. What's left: cliche, no meaning, cheap. The world, it narrows till at last the only thing is lonely sleep.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3200 “Rain with various modifiers”
ㅁ regular rain steady rain drizzly rain expected rain spring rain summer rain fall rain winter rain sudden rain heavy rain driving rain oceanic rain because the trees thirst because the rocks groan because I live in this temperate rainforest morning rain afternoon rain evening rain night rain
– a quennet.
Caveat: Poem #3199 “Under a slate-gray sky”
ㅁ Trees, boats, and a dog: I saw these things, as I gazed At the windswept sea.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3198 “Opposing forces”
ㅁ I had a dream about evil men. They were fighting a subtle war. Each side said how the other was so nefarious, and needed defeat. Their own badness: unstated, ignored, real.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3197 “Dilemma”
ㅁ The devil you know, versus the devil unknown: pick a side. Choose one.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3196 “Narratology”
ㅁ No story is done. It just fades from attention, goes on, secretly.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3195 “The inexorable passage of time”
ㅁ The trees turned to green. Spring's buds and young leaves appeared. The rain did not stop.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3194 “Today’s anniversary”
ㅁ Then, thirty-five long years ago, I signed my name and joined the army. This was an act of fate, you know. Then, thirty-five long years ago, my life's frustrations had grown, slow. The next few years would surely scar me. Then, thirty-five long years ago, I signed my name and joined the army.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3193 “Resignation”
ㅁ All the poetry became dull, monotonous, stale like last year's leaves.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3192 “Eighty-sixth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon waited and plotted a plan. Forces of evil will do what they can. Skies had grown dark and the night had arrived. Moonlight appeared. Her spirits revived.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Kiamon is a character in a great novel I fail write.
Caveat: Poem #3191 “Events in the otherworld”
ㅁ Off in the imaginary world, the eternal snow fell and fell. Somehow people still got by day to day: shoveling, plowing and digging, romping in drifts. The forecast called for snow.
– a nonnet.