ㅁ not worth dying for, this life of tribulations; but that's the set up.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #3042 “Above the clouds on the evening flight from Seattle to Ketchikan”
ㅁ the world appeared curved the horizon a red gash then the airplane turned
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3041 “The trucks going by at 5 AM”
ㅁ the smell of diesel makes me weirdly nostalgic for paris, or seoul
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3040 “Events down the driveway”
ㅁ Some chickens came and grazed the yard, the dog became excited, then. He lunged, but all the birds stood guard. Some chickens came and grazed the yard, the night was coming, sky was starred. The dog returned to where he'd been. Some chickens came and grazed the yard, the dog became excited, then.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3039 “Greatness”
ㅁ The architect was antisocial. She suggested that the problem lay with everyone else. She was arrogant, too. "The people don't know how genius manifests around us."
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3038 “Historical events”
ㅁ The world constructed an architect, placed her beside other beings, awaited her creations. Fantastic towers rose, and deep labyrinths, were then inscribed in waiting, empty fields.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3037 “A polite suggestion”
ㅁ They can move to Mars. It might provide a challenge and keep them busy.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3036 “Intentionality”
ㅁ A fan of chaos, I will deliberately be disorganized.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3035 “Internal clock? What internal clock?”
ㅁ Sleep happens whenever. Earth's timekeeping... not relevant in this oneiric space.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3034 “Circumference”
ㅁ Let's talk about pi(e). Juli's cherry pie is good. It is round: 2π.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3033 “Lamentations at the end of days”
#Poetry #Triolet
ㅁ Autonomy has promised much, delivers only loneliness. And also leaves you out of touch. Autonomy has promised much, but solitude can be a crutch. It lurks then, causing grim distress. Autonomy has promised much, delivers only loneliness.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3032 “Wild and free”
ㅁ the dog was a wolf, but shorter and much more stout; loyal to a fault
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3031 “Repast”
ㅁ popped it in my mouth: it was satisfying, strange... a black peppercorn
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3030 “Some remnants”
ㅁ The scene unfolded along the trail: 8 beer cans, and a broken thing (looked like some kind of motor) along the barbed-wire fence. What had happenned here? A mechanic, in despair... drinking, sad.
– a nonnnet.
Caveat: Poem #3029 “Nothing to see here, move along”
ㅁ I knew this trip would prove difficult - meaning, on emotional terms. As a trip, it's relaxing. But Arthur's dementia is now foregrounded by circumstance. Denial becomes hard.
– a nonnnet.
Caveat: Poem #3028 “The simple pleasures”
ㅁ Rats enjoy driving cars, given a chance: scientists have demonstrated this fact.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3027 “Phaticity”
ㅁ Sometimes I speak words that have no meaning at all. Still, I understand.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3026 “Not a triolet”
ㅁ Lately on Sundays I will write a triolet, but today I won't.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3025 “He protesteth overmuch”
ㅁ What? Untrue. That's not me. I'm not like that. I'm perfectly fine. Other people get it. So stop all this crazy talk, when have I ever forgotten any single thing you've said to me?
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3024 “Emergent”
ㅁ i lie wide awake inscribed by these aimless dreams my mouth like parchment
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3023 “Possibly a metaphor for some psychological dynamic”
ㅁ the bridge barely burned but still, I left it behind charred but not ruined
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3022 “Just some words”
ㅁ But where... they? Up? Up? Yes, they, no the... no, the them. Them where? Oh, them there.
– a pseudo-haiku. Inspired by some interactions with a person with dementia, I tried to write a poem without nouns or verbs. So it’s one side of a conversation – the other side is unknowable.
Caveat: Poem #3021 “What gadgets need”
#Poetry #Tetractys
ㅁ "Beep!" Gadgets require words, small expressions of gadgetdom, spoken when I use them.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3020 “Revealed preferences”
ㅁ I prefer well-managed ignorance, all tame and cooperative. The rebel stupidity is really hard to bear. It's harder to care. Revolution: nerve-wracking anger, fear.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3019 “The peregrination”
ㅁ The plan was: travel southward, fast. So airplanes did their thing, and cars. The crowds were large; the city's vast. The plan was: travel southward, fast. The traffic's not to be outclassed: so many headlights - rushing stars. The plan was: travel southward, fast. So airplanes did their thing, and cars.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3018 “FAFO”
#Poetry #Nonnet
ㅁ The fa is over - now we face fo. Which is to say, simply: fa, fo. Or, having fa'ed, now we fo. It's like a litte song. One group sings the fa; the chorus, fo. Back and forth. Fa. Fo. Fuh.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3017 “Just to try it out”
ㅁ the monk chose his path though it led down into hell ascetic gestures
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3016 “The happy dance”
ㅁ A party was held my neighbors celebrating... they'd saved the nation!
– a pseudo-haiku. (Get out of your bubble – the victors sincerely believe they’ve delivered a blow against fascism.)
Caveat: Poem #3015 “The cairn-builder”
ㅁ of course it's only my opinion fear-the-other trumps compassion ignorance's bliss tastes best let's all catastrophize freedom weighs too much as a hermit i retreat pile up stones
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3014 “Instructions for a less fear-filled life”
ㅁ fear pours out from both sides unreasoning stop looking at the internet, you're fine
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3013 “A pilgrim’s progress”
ㅁ some wind came along and put whitecaps on the sea and made the trees swing
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3012 “Unbelievable savings!”
ㅁ The light was saved for half a year the sun, it goes along, it seems: we play with clocks, quite cavalier. The light was saved for half a year with so much light, things will be clear: no more of those annoying dreams. The light was saved for half a year the sun, it goes along, it seems.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3011 “Out the window, 9 AM”
ㅁ A seagull drifted afloat on the quiet sea while raindrops scattered.
– a pseudo-haiku.