ㅁ At some point in life, we become just our habits. That's all that is left.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: A Daily Poem
Caveat: Poem #3058 “A new beginning”
ㅁ I opened an eye. My consciousness verified, I lay still a while.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3057 “Eighty-second stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon pondered the point of the game. Seemingly, all of the turns were the same. First she'd get caught, after which she'd escape. Villains would chase, like a repeating tape.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Part of the continuing chaotic snapshots from life of the fictional being, Kiamon.
Caveat: Poem #3056 “Things the stars can see”
ㅁ Stars stare down at the sea at moonlit hills at swathes of trees arrayed against the cold.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3055 “The premonition”
ㅁ I start awake to a sudden sound. Well, rather, the sound's memory... the sound was a dreamed event. Still, it made me sit up. Awake, in moonlight. What kind of sound? A plonking. Unknown cause.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3054 “Surrender”
ㅁ Unmotivated. So much so that all the words decomplexify.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3053 “Leave them”
ㅁ The stones are unturned: you really can't go looking under each of them.
– a pseudo-haiku.
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Caveat: Poem #3052 “Conversations that must be had”
ㅁ We need to discuss the roadside grass, that grows beside my daily drive. The grass seems unimportant: green, perhaps non-native. But as winter comes, with heavy rains, it turns gold, flaxen, pale.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3051 “Automatic fail”
ㅁ I don't want to be that old guy who's complaining... wait, that's a complaint.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3050 “Treeless”
ㅁ "Where have the trees gone?" They told me they missed the trees that I used to blog.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3049 “Not necessarily accurate, though”
ㅁ cool weather predicted giant snowflakes on my phone's little weather report thing
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3048 “Growth mindset”
ㅁ The economy can keep growing, even if we run out of stuff. Like a currency unit in, e.g., Zimbabwe, it is unbounded. Reality a canvas for our hopes.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3047 “A declaration of intent”
ㅁ I shall prefer to take a rest. I'm stressed, from working far too hard. I think a day of nothing's best. I shall prefer to take a rest. I'll sit and meditate, depressed. I'll watch the ravens in the yard. I shall prefer to take a rest. I'm stressed, from working far too hard.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3046 “Just so many random ghosts”
ㅁ Really I'm just an alien here. The people gathered around me are remote, unknowable. But they all feel the same. At least, I guess so. They, too, wonder: what is this? Why here? Now?
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3045 “What to say…”
ㅁ i called my mother not actually easy so much bitterness
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3044 “The winter solstice only 2 weeks off”
ㅁ A rainy morning emerged like Aphrodite from the purple clouds.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3043 “Take it or leave it”
ㅁ not worth dying for, this life of tribulations; but that's the set up.
– a pseudo-haiku.
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.