ㅁ some stray snowflakes fell littering the parking lot with rogue asterisks
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #3144 “Challenges”
ㅁ the store's chaotic not the salesfloor, but the rest: storage areas
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3143 “A pi-day triolet”
ㅁ The number is like three, but more. It's calculated, goes around, but doesn't quite add up to four. The number is like three, but more. A circle's edge, some mathy lore, its science uses quite renowned. The number is like three, but more it's calculated, goes around.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3142 “Not so into sunshine”
ㅁ Dull drizzle: my preferred weather event. What does it mean that I'm hoping for it?
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3141 “Dismayed”
ㅁ Starting, the day feels good: there's an optimism, and the future feels full of plans... but then
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3140 “Pacific”
ㅁ a lavender dawn our alaskan dock, fresh snow, a sea: pacific
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3139 “Nothing to see here, move along”
ㅁ no, this ain't lyric it's just a vague pile of words without an anchor
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3138 “Time travel lite”
ㅁ I woke up in a distant future, displaced many hours from the norm. Well, a few hours, anyway... maybe only an hour... as if clocks had sprung their dull circuits: temporal spasm, leap.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3137 “The uprising”
ㅁ Then demons emerged from abysses, evaluating the landscape; they saw reasons to rejoice, and celebrate our doom; weak souls cannot fight; apocalypse is easy: take charge, rule.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3136 “The alignment problem”
ㅁ I awoke, restless, at 3 AM. Unable to sleep, I doomscrolled. I read through an article about AGI risk; I had thoughts on this: the alignment problem is people... us.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3135 “Action plan”
ㅁ Reaching consensus, the aliens decided they should not return.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3134 “The postmortem”
ㅁ The aliens stopped, discussed their recent visit: Earth was in bad shape.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3133 “An accelerationist ideology”
ㅁ and then when things start going badly you start to imagine worse things a grim acceleration towards doom and despair with gnashing of teeth spiteful rages burn it all to the ground
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3132 “The end of the story”
ㅁ And then these aliens returned to their spaceship, fired up the rockets, gave a wave, and left.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3131 “Two stars”
ㅁ I gave them a tour. The aliens looked and laughed. "What stupid humans!"
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3130 “A review of the situation on the ground”
ㅁ The visitors sighed. "We can't help you with this stuff - it's your own big mess."
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3129 “After the invasion”
ㅁ The mood was festive. Aliens had just arrived. Maybe they'd help out.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3128 “First contact”
ㅁ A spaceship landed. A small green creature emerged. "Dang, what's with this place?"
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3127 “Slow awakening”
ㅁ I woke up eyes closed I was floating in my bed with the sound of rain
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3126 “How it’s going so far”
ㅁ Women-fearing fetus-worshippers arose and took over the church; this heresy spawned others: they lay down with mammon, disrespected laws, bore false witness, distrusted children, lied.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3125 “Involuntary adventure”
ㅁ I've lived in third world countries, before. Places corrupt, falling apart, and where the social contract doesn't work very well. So on that viewpoint, I've changed countries, not having to leave home.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3124 “Still”
ㅁ still, patches of snow lie there, still, spoiled by gravel rain keeps the trees still
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3123 “A chance encounter”
ㅁ I spotted a spider on the wall. "Hey smol spider, what's going on?" In my mind's eye, it looked back, and said, "I have no clue! I'm jus' walking here, and some giant annoys me, asking stuff."
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3122 “The procession”
ㅁ Seven pieces of ice floated by, out there on the fiordy sea's arm. Seems they'd been liberated from the racing river that seethes at the head of our small bay, fleeing down, seaward, free.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3121 “A dream that might have been allegory”
ㅁ I just had a strange dream (or nightmare): I was looking for some chopsticks. I committed many crimes: breaking and entering deception and fraud ransoming folks. In the end, I found none.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3120 “Unacquired knowledge”
ㅁ Some waterfowl swims: I want to call it a duck, but what do I know?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3119 “Eighty-third stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon looked the world as it was. Deeply dismayed, she then wanted to pause. Stopping was out, though. Her enemies hunted. She watched the snow. Sighed. They'd all be confronted.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Part of the continuing stochastic snapshots from life of the fictional being, Kiamon..
Caveat: Poem #3118 “Not that much snow actually melted”
ㅁ A heatwave struck us. Temperatures rose, and snow? Some of it melted.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3117 “Descent”
ㅁ I have a kind of hypothesis: our slow descent into madness begins with ill-managed rage. Anger is turned inward and gnaws on the brain. Pathways are wrought or broken. No good's left.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3116 “Just fantasy”
ㅁ I think that if I wasn't bound here by confucian obligation (I speak slightly tongue-in-cheek) - if I was without ties - I'd once again move off overseas to somewhere with rules, calm.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3115 “Kitchen guest”
ㅁ In mid-winter the mice become bold. One was on our kitchen counter. She met my eyes and pondered this territorial invasion witnessed. "Please leave me now," she implored, "to my crumbs."
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3114 “Insomnolence”
ㅁ I have been sleeping badly these days. At two AM I jolt awake, and dreams scatter like stray cats. Then I remain alert for an hour or two. The dreams creep back, nestle close, demand time.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3113 “The drive to town”
ㅁ The road was coated in snow and ice. But the still air was cold enough that it was not slippery. Tendrils rose from the sea. On my drive to town, some ravens sat alongside watching things.
– a nonnet.
