ㅁ Kiamon boarded the tram in the morning; No one had offered her much of a warning. Mist over snow, all half melted and gray, Slowly she started unfolding her day.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Part of a never-ending series of randomized snippets from the life of a fictional being in a fictional world (which is to say, my novel-in-progress that refuses to actually ever progress).
ㅁ even a haiku needs some plot development something that grabs you
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Out in the gray rain I heard a bird saying stuff discussing spring plans
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Long stories taking root in open minds... Narratives spread rhizomatically.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ It snowed all day long. But it didn't stick at all, the ground was too warm.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ And then, the sun came. It was a bright, springlike day. I prayed for more rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ some stray snowflakes fell littering the parking lot with rogue asterisks
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ the store's chaotic not the salesfloor, but the rest: storage areas
– a pseudo-haiku.
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.
ㅁ Dull drizzle: my preferred weather event. What does it mean that I'm hoping for it?
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Starting, the day feels good: there's an optimism, and the future feels full of plans... but then
– a cinquain.
ㅁ a lavender dawn our alaskan dock, fresh snow, a sea: pacific
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ no, this ain't lyric it's just a vague pile of words without an anchor
– a pseudo-haiku.
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.
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.
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.
ㅁ Reaching consensus, the aliens decided they should not return.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ The aliens stopped, discussed their recent visit: Earth was in bad shape.
– a pseudo-haiku.
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.
ㅁ And then these aliens returned to their spaceship, fired up the rockets, gave a wave, and left.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ I gave them a tour. The aliens looked and laughed. "What stupid humans!"
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ The visitors sighed. "We can't help you with this stuff - it's your own big mess."
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ The mood was festive. Aliens had just arrived. Maybe they'd help out.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ A spaceship landed. A small green creature emerged. "Dang, what's with this place?"
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ I woke up eyes closed I was floating in my bed with the sound of rain
– a pseudo-haiku.
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.
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.
ㅁ still, patches of snow lie there, still, spoiled by gravel rain keeps the trees still
– a pseudo-haiku.
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.
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.
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.
ㅁ Some waterfowl swims: I want to call it a duck, but what do I know?
– a pseudo-haiku.
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..
