twilight to twilight you'd think sleeping difficult but it's just brighter
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Book 2
Caveat: Poem #1067 “Incognito”
slate colored summer drapes water over the hills and conceals the sun
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1066 “Inscrutability”
No. I have never attempted to understand the plans of eagles.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1065 “Externalities”
The air is thick like damaged feelings - the morning's seen better mornings - like the water was angry at the unhappy trees, but at last gave up, yielding to those persistent rooster crows.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1064 “The arch of the sky”
simple flat gray sky, trees as columns holding it, heaven's heavy dome.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1063 “Life in the present moment”
events long planned for occur, always unannounced, so they seem random
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1062 “Acute or obtuse”
no right angles here scraps of found lumber and steel embedded in rocks
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1061 “Inversions”
The sky defines space... the trees' sinuous branches make their subtractions.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1060 “Dust / not-dust”
tiny insects float almost like wingbearing dust; what are they feeling?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1059 “East not west”
sunlight like sunset's, pinking and golding the trees, but at five A.M.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1058 “Writer’s block”
Not a single word... no paragraphs, nor ideas... just pale nothingness.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1057 “Minimalist narrative”
some seabirds afloat; an old man and the grey sea; white surf on those rocks.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1056 “The sky”
the sky holds eagles who spin and cry and hunt things and rest in treetops
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1055 “A diagram of a journey to my room in the attic”
northbound stairs dawn sun sacrificial soul
wide wings
righthand turning brilliant daylight reflective meditations
cupric sea
downward view peremptory cloud empty thoughts
still trees
the gaze
encompasses
the world but
fails
to understand
anything
at all
slumped posture plain wall cluttered mind
simple window
– a quennet
Caveat: Poem #1054 “Hitchhiker”
the banana slug rode into town on a car accidentally.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1053 “In which the poem wraps back to its title”
behold caveats, those which appear without fail... day in and day out.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1052 “Full tilt”
So things are spinning. So how does the ground resist? So how can this stand?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1051 “In mortal combat…”
two types of weather: rain and not-rain in combat... one of them will win.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1050 “As suns will do”
Some suns shine longer On the blue cupric sea's bay. For example: summer's.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1049 “Unanswerable”
An unexpected crisis crafts doubts. Why this body's betrayal, now? How is the world so unfair? Can anything be done? Where is this going? How bad is it? Who can help? What if? And?
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1048 “Undeveloped territory”
nothing stretches out, a metropolis of doubt, vast tracts of maybe
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1047 “The final word”
Maybe there's something, despite the rain, that needs to get done. This dull rain cannot prevent such tasks. Rain speckles the water. Rain is a constant. Rain cleans hillsides. Rain greets me. Rain speaks. Rain.... Rain.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1046 “Adrift”
rain on the smooth lakes, a Makaskan winter's fields, the loamy, cool earth
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1045 “Stationary”
The last few days, the rain has returned. It's hard to find motivation. I make some progress with maps. It's nice to breathe wet air. Spots speckle water. The green trees bend. Insects fly. Streams race. Watch.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1044 “Speechless”
failure to compose: the meanings fail to enchain, no words trundle out
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1043 “How to write a pseudo-haiku”
counting syllables is the way to satisfy this form's requirement
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1042 “If you just talk loud enough, you can’t hear the voices”
The point of writing is to silence the murmurs that line the world's edge.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1041 “Still night”
a stasis unfolds possessing the small spaces that surround the days
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1040 “The fool”
Fools suffer distressing vicissitudes, while the world just spins: cupric waters stand still, the bears stroll along the roads and the moon rakes the paling sky. So this fool sits and watches it all.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1039 “Apathy”
One contemplates goals but taking action is hard. Better just daydream.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1038 “An old tree”
Oh, what should I write? There's that tree out the window. But it's not so new.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1037 “The age of humanity”
under a gold sky and tasting the smoky air: anthropocene dreams
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1036 “A supposition”
suppose a pink cloud overtook the dull drizzle and declared day's end
– a pseudo-haiku.