ㅁ The problem that I had was a lack of words. Morning had consumed them all.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Book 2
Caveat: Poem #737 “Green and white”
ㅁ I could just despair of making sense of my life; Leaves spin: green and white.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #736 “But not undetected”
ㅁ small fragments of light sculpted by cloud and forest sneak past my window
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #735 “Breathe out”
ㅁ a pebble dwells in aimless solitude the earth exudes no progress but stillness
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #734 “Interactions”
ㅁ changeable weather: leaves turned, facing the sky, licking a storm's winds.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #733 “Reprieve”
ㅁ In Minnesota, sometimes, with some clouds above, the summer feels cool.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #732 “In the possessive case”
ㅁ all my possessions sit and slumber uselessly and they possess me
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #731 “Return to planet earth”
ㅁ The airplane plunged down gently grasping the runway while night sky turned gray
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #730 “Observations”
ㅁ Each dawn follows night. Sometimes a bit of cloud drifts, caught and torn on trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #729 “Some shades seek shade”
ㅁ The sun heats the world, And even ghosts look for shade. Lost souls tug it down.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #728 “Rotation”
ㅁ The Ilsan moon set. Under my feet, the world moved. Elsewhere a moon rose.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #727 “The night was enjoined to listen”
ㅁ A yellow moon rose over Olympia's firs, out by Rainier to the east. Aging hippies and their kids and grandkids and a few great-grandkids sat in a circle composed of memories and regrets and the sweep of time singing old Bob Dylan songs. The moon's light grew bold and enjoined the night to listen.
– a free-form poem.
Caveat: Poem #726 “Quotidian”
ㅁ Really, every day? Yes, a poem every day. Sometimes a dull one.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #725 “Up spin”
ㅁ Planet keeps spinning off kilter, so the water is sloshing... I'm watching.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #724 “The sun’s made of clay”
ㅁ On the wooden wall there hangs a ceramic sun, illuminated.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #723 “As blackberries will do”
ㅁ The sun is up high. Blackberries suggest futures and remember pasts.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #722 “Not Korea”
ㅁ A first night, morning unfolding in Oregon, the sunflowers watch.
– a pseudo-haiku.