ㅁ doom impends portended coming along well it's just this feeling you get sometimes
– a tetractys.
Category: A Daily Poem
Caveat: Poem #2986 “Precepts beyond history”
ㅁ rain came this weekend filled the downhill-rushing creeks turned over some stones
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2985 “Antumnos”
ㅁ The otherworld unleashed its dogs; they chased us through the timeless trees. We fled and jumped those ancient logs. The otherworld unleashed its dogs. We fell and tasted moss and bogs. The murky water grasped our knees. The otherworld unleashed its dogs; they chased us through the timeless trees.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2984 “Reason to not”
ㅁ "No time like present" - except all those other times that were just like now.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2983 “The old house, again”
ㅁ I dreamed that Arthur became possessed by some remodeling demon. So while I was gone at work, He began adding things - random additions - to his odd house: stray basements, towers, leaks.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2982 “In praise of the banal”
ㅁ Banality is worthy stuff: it centers things, and pulls the fringes back from fevered dreams, it moderates the fools.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2981 “Zzzap!”
ㅁ Twenty years later, I still get "brain zaps" sometimes. Yay SSRIs.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2980 “Grounded beside the parking lot”
ㅁ Wind rushed through, bashed the walls of our building. The structure creaked like an old sailing ship.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2979 “Eightieth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon never could disregard signs showing conspiracies, visable lines, tracing connections between sundry groups. Gazing at traffic, she pondered these loops.
– a quatrain in a dactylic tetrameter. A nonsequential snapshot into a fictional being’s life.
Caveat: Poem #2978 “Cartesian contemplations”
ㅁ I try to think about my brain, but thing comes to mind, it seems. Perception stops outside, it's plain. I try to think about my brain. The soul and body split in twain. A language rules inside, in streams. I try to think about my brain, but thing comes to mind, it seems.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2977 “At the 62 Pit”
ㅁ Last night, driving home I noticed the sun setting out over the sea.
– a pseudo-haiku. (The “62 Pit” is an actual place-name in my town.)
Caveat: Poem #2976 “Prisoner of conscience”
ㅁ My brain is captive, imprisoned in a hard skull... limited options.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2975 “After the equinox”
ㅁ The mornings are dark again these days. I nurse my coffee at my desk, the window just a black frame. Daylight has retreated. Fragments of rain tap. A truck trundles. Seagulls cry. Moments pass.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2974 “These past few weeks”
ㅁ Slowly, over time, I become more and more tired, until I must sleep.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2973 “An autumnal commute homeward”
ㅁ Like craters on the moon raindrops appear on the car's windshield like a map of moments a distribution of dreams with patterns instantly erased by the laconic windshield wipers.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2972 “Annunciation”
ㅁ the treehouse hung. the tappings of the rain: a safe sound, plain, cloud-drainings, wet branches' world worshippings.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #2971 “A minor gladness”
ㅁ The summer's nearly ended: yay. I'm glad when summer's mandate's done. You know: you see the shortened day. The summer's nearly ended: yay. The endless tasks have gone away. The night, its moon, that's now the one. The summer's nearly ended: yay. I'm glad when summer's mandate's done.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2970 “The plan”
ㅁ they say death is real, but we must deceive ourselves: be fake immortals.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2969 “Reactive”
ㅁ easy: do nothing wait for events to impel but then take action
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2968 “Replacement”
ㅁ ...joyfully displaced from the places I've been placed by fate or fortune.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2967 “Morning chores”
ㅁ The only problem with the sun rising later... I think there's more time.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2966 “Semiotic propagation”
ㅁ Tales demand retellings, mental reviews, else they will acquiesce to entropy.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2965 “A pilgrim’s progress”
ㅁ Well, I'm glad that's over now. This aging... always getting older, how? ...furrowed brow.
– an englyn cil-dwrn .
Caveat: Poem #2964 “A clichéd ode to a muddy road”
ㅁ The years fall down like drops of rain. And soon you're just a muddy road. You learn to overlook the pain. The years fall down like drops of rain. You write cliches, the words are plain, 'Cause life deserves an aimless ode. The years fall down like drops of rain. And soon you're just a muddy road.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2963 “A vorpal haiku”
ㅁ Fentwithe, he dysbawked, impormevisly dehonged, abrue maffended.
– a pseudo-haiku. This poem is nonsense, in the style of Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky. But to be clear, much of my internal monologue is like this.
Caveat: Poem #2962 “Surrender”
#Poetry #Haiku #Senryu
ㅁ the alder leaves fade sometimes fail to turn yellow just fall down instead
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2961 “The origin of the text”
ㅁ Words pile up, all jumbled, accumulate. Their meanings collect in semiotic berms, to surround the world's events, but without intention, like rain, until at last a text is produced.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2960 “Last night’s sunset”
ㅁ the sky became large under the clouds' influence drunk on gold sunlight
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2959 “Behind the scenes”
ㅁ Weak demons undertake subterfuges; without magic, they bend reality.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2958 “Descriptive passage composed while looking out over the adjacent sea”
ㅁ The eagle has a plan: soar. Fly up, first, with wings' strength - a burst - before settling to a glide, no more.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #2957 “The vacuum of deep space”
ㅁ Sometimes I fail to write. The morning plays out, empty. There's no poetry.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2956 “A very short poem on the subject of a medium-sized slug making progress across the driveway”
ㅁ Slug. Westbound. Ambitious. Or just hungry. Slow.
– a “lanterne” cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2955 “Oneiric visitation”
ㅁ I dreamed that she died. My mother became a ghost. She came to visit.
– a pseudo-haiku.