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.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
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.
Caveat: Poem #3190 “The emergent pattern”
ㅁ When I think it'll get easier... just then, in that precise moment, it doesn't get easier. A new crisis appears. Or, call it, instead a new challenge. I get tired. More tired. Tired.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3189 “An inventory of sights”
ㅁ This morning along the road to town I saw some less typical things: a motorcycle just parked, a sad excavator without a driver, an unowned dog smelling smells, watching cars.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3188 “Probably somewhere on the spectrum”
ㅁ I just don't like talking on the phone. There's something in the interface that brings out my introvert; this could be an email! But people call me, and want to talk, it's painful, it burns, argh.
– a nonnet. Just don’t ask me to read it to you over the phone.
Caveat: Poem #3187 “First world problem”
ㅁ The coffee grounds were floating there, with halos made from added cream. But how'd it happen? Wasn't fair. The coffee grounds were floating there, As problems go, not like a bear. But in the moment, crashed my scheme. The coffee grounds were floating there, with halos made from added cream.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3186 “Buyer’s remorse”
ㅁ The aliens came to regret it: saving humanity, they feared, had been a terrible thing. The primates could not feel any gratitude, though exceptions did arise. Enough? No.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3185 “Looking out toward San Juan Island”
ㅁ Bleached, the trees in the sun shone like bright white glistening brushstrokes in a field of gray-green and the background of the sea blue-gray with little pale highlights animated the painterly frame.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3184 “Suboptimal solution”
ㅁ The aliens faced grave challenges. The dominant inhabitants had very limited skills in logic and reason. So ultimately, the aliens ended up telling lies.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3183 “The secret invasion”
ㅁ Using antimatter and incense, the aliens crafted portals to come to our absurd world. They snuck in, stealthily. Deploying rainbows, they altered things, creating global peace.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3182 “Signs springing forth”
ㅁ One sign of the Alaskan springtime: I met a slug on the driveway. It bore a westward heading, tasting freshly green grass, disregarding me. Salmonberry shrubberies budded, bloomed.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3181 “The passage of time”
ㅁ The weekend was a dull, aimless blur. I felt like I deserved a rest. But then I felt so guilty. Not guilty enough, though. I read a few blogs. No cooking done. Did laundry. Walked some. Dreamed.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3180 “Solar hijinks”
ㅁ The sun is there but I don't see it. The nurturing clouds protect us - each from the other's anger. If it's given a chance, the sun's wrath will hang you out to dry. Don't fall for solar tricks.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3179 “Undone”
ㅁ It's revealed that the mind's departing. Cobwebs of perception remain. Cliches circulate, slowly. Anxieties rise up. Reactions kick in. All's uncertain. And joy fades. No fun. Fog...
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3178 “What method is that?”
ㅁ errors proliferate in the world's strange fabric scientists assume there are rules maybe
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3177 “Errors of judgement”
ㅁ Clouds, drifting, make mistakes. They scud along, head for the mountain, committed to the bit, and then suddenly are torn, shredded on waiting, upright trees. They dissolve into a fractal mist.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3176 “A counterexample”
ㅁ On the other hand, there are the trees. They have a professional style. Organized, systematic, they take on gravity, eke out victories, and confronting earth and sky, persist, grow.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3175 “The beasts in the woods”
ㅁ People think animals are experts in their many activities, but I don't think that that's true. They are rank amateurs! Constantly doubting what will happen, thinking what to do next.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3174 “Objection”
ㅁ Nothing ever goes as you expect. You create complex ideas, evolve preconceived notions, but that planning ahead fails to account for contingencies the real world throws at us.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3173 “The snow did not stick to the ground”
ㅁ The rain had changed to snow at last; it scudded down in swinging gales. Large, clumpy flakes plunged down so fast. The rain had changed to snow at last; but shifted back, the winter's past. The ground's too warm, so nothing pales. The rain had changed to snow at last; it scudded down in swinging gales.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3172 “What’s actually there”
ㅁ The dream told me I was in Saint Paul, down along Snelling Avenue, but the buildings were all wrong - odd gothic fantasies: U of Chicago run through AI, distorted in weird shapes.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3171 “At the gate”
ㅁ civilization, founded on trust, is overtaken from within; cynical barbarism, distrusting all the words, hollows out the world, until at last what remain are our fears.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3170 “And you can get there by subway”
ㅁ i have left this world a place between real, not-real orbis tertius
– a pseudo-haiku.