ㅁ I wanted to take a little walk but the sun seemed impossible, glaring down on trees and roads, slashing through the slow clouds, so I just waited, as the sky grayed and the air filled with rain.
– a nonnet.
Category: Book 2
Caveat: Poem #968 “Opting for saying less”
ㅁ communication. or not. just words. simply fail. pause and look outside.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #967 “The ambiguities”
ㅁ sit: making puzzles, contemplating vaguenesses, ambiguities.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #966 “The parrot”
A parrot made a noise, there, leaping - I tilted head and looked across - it flashed some green and red, in keeping with brightish rainbow moods; the moss, affixed to stones below and gazing up greenly at the raucous praising that spilled out happy birdish squawks, undisciplined, unlike the rocks, whose gentle, calm enunciations could only offer echoes, cold. The bird was hopping upward, bold, and tracing out complex relations that flowers sketched against the sky, that raindrops tapped as clouds went by.
– some kind of sonnet
Caveat: Poem #965 “Gusts”
ㅁ the steady rain falls but eucalyptuses swing in uneven winds
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #964 “The fulfillment of past prophecies”
ㅁ things written before await interpretation to become more true
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #963 “Advice for potholes”
ㅁ for all the potholes I only want to suggest: please stay positive.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #962 “Comings and goings”
ㅁ departures happen arrivals too, soon after but the road goes on
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #961 “Impression”
ㅁ the patches of reflectivity bits of floating scintillation drift down the narrow inlet perhaps pulled by the tide pushed by the river propelled by sun drawn by wind water's moods
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #960 “A progression of events in time”
ㅁ Time retreats, yet frozen, making curved frames for geologic, emergent, processes and shaded subtle colors - bands of sand and stripes of turquoise - until at last the next thing happens.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #959 “Some signs on a map”
ㅁ I read on the map: "Ice-creature seeks cool solace." I drew red circles.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #958 “Trying to keep the library well-stocked”
ㅁ infinite monkeys in some argentine bookshop all clacking away
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #957 “An oscillation in phase states”
ㅁ rain and snow and more rain: they oscillate in the atmosphere with stochastic movements, dodging the windshield wipers. and then a bit of sun climbs out, illuminating the mountainside.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #956 “A poem with no verb”
ㅁ the brutalist trees like dead monumental arms of recumbent gods
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #955 “The truck”
ㅁ a truck trundles by along that pothole-pocked road smashing through the slush
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #954 “As raindrops will do”
ㅁ the sounds of raindrops stabbing at the pale windows caressing the trees
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #953 “The alien met along the road”
I set aside my thoughts, just walking. The alien along the road appeared and gave me pause, his talking - his soulless pleadings - like a code made up of tangled verbs and meanings from which I got the barest gleanings. I followed through an open gate, his gestures seemed to show we're late, how could I know, could he be trusted? In dark and looming halls we roamed, his pointless words spilled out and foamed. We stopped beside machines, all rusted. And he explained what he had planned, but still I didn't understand.
– some kind of sonnet
Caveat: Poem #952 “Savings”
ㅁ With parsimony, the sky brightened an hour late: I saved some daylight
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #951 “Settling in for a siege”
ㅁ some clouds came along and they set up battlements on the hills' ridges
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #950 “Misanthropy”
ㅁ When people annoy I turn to my computer and program something.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #949 “Among shadows”
ㅁ Outside my window, western hemlocks tower and confront the clear air while stale snow begins to melt. But in shadows it's cool; amid broad blue skies there are all these disturbing, brooding doubts.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #948 “Beyond nothing”
ㅁ Got nothing but dawn nothing but a pink hillside nothing, just some trees
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #947 “Discarded”
ㅁ the deer didn't need... the ravens used and were done... so it lay in snow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #946 “A color among others”
ㅁ Blue mooncraters embedded in ice. Blue sky overhead making light. Blue tickmarks counting the hours. Blue ice, scored by the stones. Blue, baroque bubbles. Blue curvatures. Blue, broken. Blue thoughts. Blue.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #945 “The present moment”
ㅁ Your age is the point where your past meets your future and you decide stuff.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #944 “Missing”
So I attempt to move ahead, to set aside the brooding things, but moods assert and dwell like dead - like ghosts adrift on empty wings. The spider webbing fills my head with self recriminations, rings of cloudy doubts and dreams, all led across landscapes controlled by kings who rule the shifting realms unsaid and quite unsayable, till springs snap shut and render into dread. Perhaps in moving forward, then I'll figure out solutions. When?
– some kind of sonnet, but it’s missing a line. Badly wrought.
Caveat: Poem #943 “A career’s progression”
ㅁ From high ambition, I traipse through unmade countries, to disappointment.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #942 “The morning’s weather”
ㅁ well there's some coffee nice when you wake so early the trees are not still
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #941 “Dawn does her thing”
ㅁ dawn climbs over here leaving behind over there licking her fingers
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #940 “Under cover of darkness”
ㅁ Before dawn we went and pulled the boat out and up; the light struck water.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #939 “The oatmeal”
ㅁ Oatmeal for breakfast which has become the habit - that and my window.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #938 “Better known as rocks”
ㅁ the demons dwell there those spaces beside potholes snapping at machines
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #937 “Things to see in the morning”
ㅁ The mountain is pink where the gold sun finds its snows and the air shivers.
– a pseudo-haiku.