#Poetry #Haiku #Senryu
ㅁ See, there's this one hill. And there's just one tree on it. I like seeing that.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #3094 “To Australia”
#Poetry #Haiku #Senryu
ㅁ This old continent... an Eden, long broken, lost, ruled by burnt, wild men.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3093 “Driving along”
ㅁ They don't want to pass... tailgating you is more fun! - Australian mantra.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3092 “Continuity”
ㅁ The rain came down hard. I stared out at the courtyard. The world just keeps on.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3091 “Why bother”
ㅁ There is no right path Only wrong ones taken with... Equanimity.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3090 “Living in the present moment”
ㅁ The cows found the grass, passing through the open gate. They're not futurists.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3089 “A historical breakthrough”
ㅁ Civilizations run in circles, like chickens without their small heads.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3088 “Recent events”
ㅁ wallabies hang out at the top of the driveway they appear annoyed
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3087 “Introspective moment”
ㅁ What kind of creature is that, looking back at me? It's nothing ideal.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3086 “As weeds will do”
ㅁ The sky fades to gray. Yesterday it rained buckets. Now the weeds can grow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3085 “The accompanists”
ㅁ These antipodean roosters crow (anticipate the rising sun), just the same as those back home. Here, wallabies listen (I have to assume). Whereas it's bears who hear them (maybe), there.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3084 “Legacy”
ㅁ "Dwight was NOT a nice man," she declared. It burst up through her dementia, a complete non sequitur. "Such a horrible man." Dwight was her father - my grandfather. Long ago he'd done wrong.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3083 “Back at mom’s house”
ㅁ Of course the birds make strange noises, here... like in some Hollywood jungle. And the wallabies watch you. They seem quite uncertain. The driveway is rough, with giant humps. I walk down, alone. Dusk.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3082 “The obstruction”
ㅁ The beast was standing, quite aloof, it issued challenge to my path. And birds were squacking, giving proof. The beast was standing, quite aloof. It lowered head and moved its hoof. But then it bored. It felt no wrath. The beast was standing, quite aloof, it issued challenge to my path.
– a triolet. Events which took place in my mom’s driveway yesterday.
Caveat: Poem #3081 “Uncooperative with the muse”
ㅁ I had a small poem, fully formed last night, ready. I didn't write it.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3080 “Planning it out”
ㅁ In one thousand years I might cross the Pacific caressing each wave.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3079 “Shasta”
ㅁ I looked down at Earth, at the sleeping volcanoes in raiments of snow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3078 “Admonition”
ㅁ Stop fooling ourselves. Most of us are just faking. There's no master plan.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3077 “Events on the ground”
ㅁ The raven watched me as I walked by, skeptical or perhaps wary.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3076 “No rest for the wicked”
ㅁ Morning. Overwhelming heap of obligations looms ahead of me on this day. Must do.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3075 “A lamentation”
ㅁ I wish with all my heart to be a hermit, hid away for good. Perhaps I'd live up in a tree. I wish with all my heart to be somewhere silent, calm and free, Far off in some forsaken wood. I wish with all my heart to be a hermit, hid away for good.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3074 “Dying”
ㅁ an eighty year flame still gutters in the world's winds but only weakly
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3073 “Uncertain”
ㅁ no words just images but wait these are some words i seem to be doing it wrong bad poem
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3072 “The year is 0.34% over already!”
ㅁ And time, it zooms by. Take a look from this angle: count your days in years.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3071 “Just years”
ㅁ some years are newer and other years are older but they're all just years.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3070 “Mid-December moonrise”
ㅁ a few weeks ago the chilly moon rose above the grocery store
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3069 “Impossible things”
ㅁ heptagons of time spin through the four dimensions tracing helices.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3068 “A shifting weather pattern”
ㅁ The sky remains all overcast; the rains have passed, the dampness reigns. Perhaps the ground will dry at last. The sky remains all overcast. The moon is weak, no shadows cast; behind the clouds, its signal wanes. The sky remains all overcast; the rains have passed, the dampness reigns.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3067 “Yet another day”
ㅁ dark dawn littered with rain caressed by blowing wind and devoid of warmth or comfort begins
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3066 “Horticulture”
ㅁ I start my poems with too many words. A jumble of semantic cruft. In need of painful trimming. Gradually, I cut. They fall down, broken. Bits of meaning, discarded. What's left? Noun.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3065 “Boxing day”
ㅁ The boxes triumphed. Not the gifts. Not the good cheer. Just all the boxes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3064 “The drive to work on Christmas Eve.”
ㅁ Trees. Gray skies. Scattered rain. A distant rock, battered by a surging gunmetal sea.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3063 “Regardless”
ㅁ let's just pardon all: those deserving, and those not start with a clean slate.
– a pseudo-haiku.