ㅁ If hell is eternity, I would think my pains would shrink to bitty ants lost in a vast city.
– an englyn penfyr
Category: Book 2
Caveat: Poem #1298 “A quatrain in rain”
ㅁ Rain is a pain that will come with more rain. Rain entrains forces that manifest rain. Rain dissolves everything, draining to rain. Rain entertains these quatrains about rain.
– a quatrain in rain (dactylic tetrameter)
Caveat: Poem #1297 “A diagram of the local geology”
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round stones broken stones sharp stones
shaped stones
big stones medium-sized stones small stones
three-dimensional stones
gray stones green stones brown stones
colored stones
i walk
through
i seek
ways
i cannot
understand
reasons
lazy stones calm stones forceful stones
moody stones
– a quennet
Caveat: Poem #1296 “Twelfth stanza”
Kiamon never once thought on her fate, seeking instead to descend to debate topics that really could not set her free, causing her anguish and hiding the key.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter
Caveat: Poem #1295 “An unsolvable mystery”
I found I was unable to decide how the ducks glide, and wobble, through water, inaudible.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1294 “A stormy evening”
The eager rain gouges limbs just outside; the wind, astride trees, it skims. The light dims.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1293 “A hungry ghost”
The sun appeared and pierced the parting clouds. A melancholy thing consumed the wood.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter)
Caveat: Poem #1292 “Excessive brightness”
One day I saw the sun come out. It was a big surprise. More often here the rain just falls. It's easy on the eyes.
– a quatrain in ballad meter
Caveat: Poem #1291 “My recent biography”
I came for the trees, but I stayed for the potholes. ...so many of both.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1290 “Seek silence”
You tire quickly of such talk - you get doubts. You're on the outs, tend to balk. Take a walk.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1289 “See”
At first light, sometimes I take a walk. The road is dark and the trees loom. I see snow stained lavender. The stream rushes nearby. A puddle wears ice. Gravel crunches. I return. Birds speak. See.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1288 “Chill”
I look out the window by my desk. Tiny pearls of rain hang, breathless. The sky threads the trees' branches. Purple trapezoids dance. The moon has left signs. Snow has melted. Gravel rests. Fog drifts. Chill.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1287 “A portrait of the world outside”
Clouds glow in purple, in orange and in gray. Morning's vast dome made of blue frames the day. Fragments of snow show persistence through time. Forming strange shapes beside trees lined with rime.
– a pair of rhymed tetrameter couplets
Caveat: Poem #1286 “Ends sought”
Streams run down past rocks, spray drops, carve paths through earth, stone, fight time, wait for ends.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1285 “The eastbound ducks”
Stones drink purple light. Snow melts and crawls off downhill. Ducks swim slowly east.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1284 “Later”
Procrastination's better left to tomorrow. Today I'll watch rain.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1283 “Not the rock we had in mind”
The sea advances, besieges snow-covered rocks, then retreats, dismayed.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1282 “Wintery morning”
Before dawn, stars hung. Now, the sky has turned to pink, and snowflakes flutter.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1281 “Self-skepticism”
My beliefs dwell in a parallel universe where I disagree
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1280 “Setting standards”
Would you ever date a disembodied being? I could see trying.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1279 “That duck is out of its comfort zone”
the drifting ducks push through the water, exploring beyond comfort zones
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1278 “The uselessness of syntax”
these words' strange syntax ununderstandable are distressing be like
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1277 “Theoretical constructs”
bittersweet raindrops drum the roof, the mossy ground present their theories
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1276 “Morning stuff”
My oatmeal is here. My coffee is ready now. I checked my email.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1275 “An occupied territory
an icy snow-patch has occupied the driveway winter's here again
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1274 “설날”
Seollal is New Year's as counted by lunar months. It was yesterday.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1273 “Things that ghosts do”
ghosts emerge from night taste the damp soil, dance on stones, make dark suggestions
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1272 “A migratory reality”
the moment passes... reality reconvenes in another's brain
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1271 “The cormorant”
There's the gray cormorant sitting out there where the cold rain just submits to its stare. Sideways it glances back up at my gaze - startled, it launches and flies off a ways.
– a pair of rhymed tetrameter couplets
Caveat: Poem #1270 “Mere cartography”
Worlds are constructed of lines and of nodes laid out in patterns depicting abodes. Slowly relations take form and appear: complex creations, and nothing is mere.
– a pair of rhymed tetrameter couplets
Caveat: Poem #1269 “Beepity-boop”
water flows through ice making sounds like computers from old TV shows
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1268 “Eleventh stanza (bis)”
"Great," he said - demons will talk in such ways, staking out claims on precarious days. Trust isn't easy with creatures like that. Souls are in question, beliefs are at bat.
– a pair of rhymed tetrameter couplets
Caveat: Poem #1267 “Rain will melt the snow”
the wind picked up speed whitecaps driven from the east and snow turns to rain
– a pseudo-haiku