ㅁ Clouds: They drift, Dislike wind, Try to travel, Contemplate treetops, Interpolate movements... Okay, they exploit the wind, And resist enough to survive, Refusing debate, remaining clouds.
– a reverse nonnet.
Category: Book 2
Caveat: Poem #803 “The photon shortage”
ㅁ Photons, in the fall, seem fewer in their number and farther apart.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #802 “Cold coffee”
ㅁ I like to sit here with my coffee beside me until it's quite cold.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #801 “Mollusk dreaming”
ㅁ the snail drew forward tasting the road's bare gravel dreaming of raindrops
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #800 “Stop”
ㅁ On the edge of cold, the damp moss floats on the stones; a puff of breath fades.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #799 “A slug’s destiny”
ㅁ So, roads must be crossed? Even when the air is cool? Strike a path, set out.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #798 “As the sky will do”
ㅁ From the sky, the clouds descend, fragmented, sun absented, winds portend rainy end.
– an englyn of some kind.
Caveat: Poem #797 “The lexical desert”
ㅁ No words anywhere: just trees and shrubs, seeking sky... and a bird, hungry.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #796 “What the raven said while standing on a guardrail”
ㅁ Let's look down in this river for food. The water is flowing swiftly. There are a lot of dead fish. We can speak to our friends. Tilt heads at the sun. Taste the autumn. Spread our wings. Dive down. Caw.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #795 “Incantations”
ㅁ The neighbors have chickens and roosters. It lends a domesticity to this Alaskan outpost. My uncle disapproves. They're too civilized. I don't mind them. Morning crows bring up tides.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #794 “And the sky listens”
ㅁ This one tree stands there, tall, and older than others; up top, raven talks.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #793 “The earth’s surface pushes back”
ㅁ I sleep on the floor, as I've always. Maybe it's camping memories? It's a strange pattern, I know. Is it simplicity? Asceticism? Connection to unyielding, spinning, earth?
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #792 “Introspective before dawn”
ㅁ Before morning's light chill darkness laps at the walls; you can hear the water.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #791 “The remnants of civilizing forces”
ㅁ A bird hops along... The logging slash, like driftwood: White bones of progress.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #790 “Those primates”
ㅁ Tree. Raven. Looking down. There, on the road . Those primates again. So speak a word to them. Suggest a course of action. Paint a universe without signs. No? Then nevermind, I'll fly away.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #789 “Calendrical knowledge”
ㅁ A list of numbers: life reduced to some gnosis. Dusk comes earlier.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #788 “Actually, it IS a machine”
ㅁ Rain and rain and rain: the sound is like a machine; A stream finds the sea.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #787 “Advice I should give to myself”
ㅁ With a misanthrope, Just strive for coexistence, But don't become one.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #786 “Impractical examples”
ㅁ Some things don't happen when you want them to happen: rain, for example.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #785 “Post-equinoctial pause”
ㅁ Dawn at first of fall, A brightening sky pales east, Trees droop in stillness.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #784 “Clouds, negligent in their duties”
ㅁ Normally, the clouds hang on the mountain like hands; lately, not so much.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #783 “As misanthropes will do”
ㅁ misanthropes grumble no solutions can be found the sun still rises
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #782 “Ecological cycles”
ㅁ It's not natural: the greenness of the waters; some algae bloom lurks.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #781 “Arboreal invitations”
ㅁ for now, the dreams come: trees beckon, wave in the wind, while the night sweeps in.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #780 “Epiphanies of scale”
ㅁ The sea manifests its scale, body curled, an unworldly, diving whale shows its tail.
– an englyn of some kind.
Caveat: Poem #779 “After the collapse”
ㅁ civilization makes its efforts and tries hard but the trees will win
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #778 “Summit”
ㅁ We hiked to the top of Sunnahae, which is the mountain behind Craig. The lower slopes were all logged, but higher, old trees grow, tangled with damp bogs until the ridge - all treeless - alpine grass.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #777 “Statements of true fact”
ㅁ The forest makes its own overarching assertions against human works.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #776 “Time, impelled by the tides”
ㅁ Sometimes in a day one grows older than in months watching the tide rise.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #775 “The sea’s tasks”
ㅁ The sea tugs at the cool stones, the ebb tide takes sticks to ride, floating bones of trees, groans.
– an englyn of some kind.
Caveat: Poem #774 “A dream’s detritus”
The dream, being a dream, unfolded,
leaving a twisted detritus
of disconnected visions
across the predawn’s glow,
until, looking up,
I blinked to see
– hovering –
a pink
cloud.
Caveat: Poem #773 “Some obstructionists “
ㅁ The trees present limbs which block my path and assail my uphill progress.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #772 “A difficult path”
ㅁ On dock in morning watch a crab through clear water grasping at the stones.
– a pseudo-haiku.