ㅁ mud has its own moods not influenced by light's moves waiting for darkness
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Book 2
Caveat: Poem #836 “Lines of escape”
ㅁ autumn's reflections articulate water's shapes and dismember time
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #835 “Qualia”
ㅁ the wind tears at trees thrusts branches, tosses needles, throws the rain around
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #834 “Mood shift”
ㅁ Phrases slip out and envelop the air hanging and swirling across small divides so, in that way they embrace the despair slowly arriving like foam on the tides
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #833 “Cosmos”
ㅁ on the edges of things bits of meaning can be found: there... a bird flits by.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #832 “Self-remonstration”
ㅁ You'd think, with free time, I'd finish that damn novel. But I can't seem to.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #831 “Some disorder”
ㅁ Pieces of paper are scattered across my desk. Outside, the wind blows.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #830 “The speculative other”
ㅁ What do the deer dream, curled up in some woody hollow? Do bears lurk out there?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #829 “Autumnal offering”
ㅁ from naked branches shimmering in twilight air tiny jewels hang
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #828 “Nature’s composition”
ㅁ negative spaces of cerulean and pale, sketched by tree branches
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #827 “Listen”
ㅁ it's necessary to answer the voices heard to walk and to think
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #826 “Still in progress”
ㅁ A book I started - oh, thirty years ago now - but I'll try again.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #825 “Like obligation”
ㅁ The rain is like truth: It comes, but it's unwanted. Let it feed the roots.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #824 “Iuriong’s second stanza”
ㅁ He may have harbored some hopes in his day, Cruel was the world, and unkind were the fates, Robbed and neglected, the gods had their say... Loathsome and brutish, they lifted life's weights.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter, about a fictional character.
Caveat: Poem #823 “So vain”
ㅁ The sun's vanity: to give illumination where the air resists...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #822 “Samhain”
ㅁ Dawn comes later now. The sky, dull silver at eight, tastes the reaching trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #821 “In praise of the sun’s absence”
ㅁ I love the light's mood When the Fall overcast hangs So low and so gray.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #820 “The dweller below”
ㅁ Darkness enveloped; the stones clattered underfoot; below, the sea dwelt.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #819 “Upādāna”
ㅁ We have attachments that others don't understand. Why so many books?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #818 “Tarot”
ㅁ Once every day he would ponder the cards, gathering insights that opened his mind, spinning out visions and signs into shards, then he would put them away, and go blind.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #817 “A bargain”
ㅁ Gravity, Faust-like, grants us powers, but demands we respect its rules.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #816 “Thursday is shopping day”
ㅁ Thursdays: into town, do some shopping, run errands - the week's adventure.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #815 “Non-integer values for ‘read'”
ㅁ There are books I read, and books I haven't read, too; but some are half done.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #814 “Semiogenesis”
ㅁ The reasons we do things remain inscrutable, our thoughts spin, running rings, with motivations dull and grayish clouds that drift within their bony domes; while outside visions lift away the seething foams of seas that beat and thrash against perceptions, so at last a tiny cache of meaning falls like snow which leaves a pallid face which tilts up into space.
– a sonnet in iambic trimeter.
Caveat: Poem #813 “The rain asserts mastery of the world”
ㅁ The raindrops fall, suggest, and ruminate on wood, on steel, as if possessed, as if their tapping could interpret sweeping time or render grasping trees immobilized; their rhyme, their syncopated tease of meanings never found - unfindable besides - just apophenic sound and rhythm that just slides all down the edges till the world dissolves its will.
– a sonnet in iambic trimeter.
Caveat: Poem #812 “Pastoral”
ㅁ The rain will take a pause, a surging tide will rise, and thus the dawn's chill cause unfolds to draw my eyes. Two seagulls squat below upon the dock's damp wood, their wings their feathers throw: a raucous talk is good. Across the water, clouds embrace the looming trees: a hillside's worth, like shrouds of purple filigrees. The sky collects its light then, tossing motes of white.
– a sonnet in iambic trimeter.
Caveat: Poem #811 “A shrub’s fruitless harangue”
ㅁ A single small shrub, leaves burned red by the season, railed against the storm.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #810 “A subtle invitation”
ㅁ wind offers no solace but draws you in with only gestures made all indirectly swinging rain and damp branches abnegating the dawn's dull clouds in a perennial cunctation
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #809 “A DMV Ode”
ㅁ A DMV Ode Waiting is a kind of hard training. Yet it requires nothing active. One simply should still the mind. Those spinning thoughts hinder. One can look outside. There's a nice view. One sees trees. Rain falls. Wait.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #808 “A portrait”
ㅁ Branches, chaotic awkward tall twining columns, clothed in ragged green
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #807 “As hillsides will do”
ㅁ The hillside poses for the sun, pointing its trees at the azure sky.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #806 “What the house holds closely”
ㅁ The house holds darkness: beyond the windows, nothing; dawn is hours away.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #805 “A philosophy of perception”
ㅁ Perceptions of the natural world weave patterns through the interstices of our tightly folded brains, gathering the damp duff fallen from time's trees scattered around like a sea: broken leaves.
– a nonnet.