Coffee and oatmeal. Seems boring. Really? Daily? Habits can be good.
– a pseudo-haiku
Category: Book 2
Caveat: Poem #1232 “Brought to you by the letter ‘D'”
Deleuzian dreams demarcate doubts, deriving daily delusions.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1231 “The moon out of place”
The moon seemed misplaced. I looked at it in the night. Why is it there, so bright?
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1230 “The sandbox”
I made a sandbox. The sides were not square, at all. I added some sand.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1229 “The stars don’t care”
Dawn is hard to like when the sleeping wasn't good but anyway there are stars.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1228 “What you believe”
When it's dark, it hides? No. The world just disappears. That's what you believe.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1227 “Soundbringer”
And then, and always, the rain came to render sound and tap on the roofs
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1226 “Acausalility”
Some days my fires work, other days they sputter, fail... no causality
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1225 “Dry”
I wake up at four. Dark waits outside the windows and my mouth is dry.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1224 “The word from on high”
The place spoke to me: through trees and rocks and the sea, it said, "Yo, whatup?"
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1223 “An astanzaic interlude”
Kiamon's soul was abandoned, adrift. She had decided on change, more controlled, Reining in aimless and angry desires. Now she just stood, and surrounded by trees, Body at rest, both contained and enclosed, Mind sought to grasp the unreachable sky. Movement, just then, made her glance at that sky. Eagles sketched circles, with wingtips adrift. One of them turned, and then dove, so controlled, Swooping down. Kiamon felt its desires. Tilting, the bird made a feint toward some trees, Darkness obscured what might be there, enclosed. Gripping the hem of her coat that enclosed Pockets of fugitive warmness, the sky Shared bits of nothing, like signs set adrift. Yes. Apophenical dreams, uncontrolled. Truth becomes burdened by lazy desires. Greenery elevates angels as trees. Kiamon thought on those infinite trees. Naked and stark, their wide branches enclosed Negative fragments of daydreaming sky. Mist slanted groundward. Some clouds were adrift. Water met heaven: embracing, controlled, Tossing out wishes, suggesting desires. Self-analytically, she then considered desires. How did they differ from yearnings of trees? Down in the earth, their bold roots are enclosed. Raised up above, their arms hug the sky. So many seedlings they send out, adrift, Thusly ensuring the future's controlled. What is a heart if it can't be controlled? What is the use of unending desires? Why? she sighed, shrugging, sad. Let's be like trees. They're self-assured, with their feelings enclosed. Pausing, she gazed at the gray-visaged sky. Birds volunteered for the wind, souls adrift. Still, all adrift, she controlled her desires. Trees clothed the slopes, all enclosed by the sky.
– this is a sestina in dactylic tetrameter; I think sestinas are difficult to make non-monotonous, because of their rigid repitition of words. They are just plain difficult, too – especially with a meter. I made this one killing time waiting for the ferry yesterday.
Caveat: Poem #1222 “Sacred unbeing”
Wholeness has no existence - the fragments Spin and foment their silence And roar hymns of transience
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1221 “City”
Dawn over Portland There are cars and airplanes here and early traffic
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1220 “Those that lurk at the edges”
we drove to Portland we saw the doctors lurking we waited a lot
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1219 “An uncartography”
Words are not like maps; you can lose your way with words; they show no way out.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1218 “Revealed”
as the sky got light I saw the ground wearing snow it crunched underfoot
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1217 “Making themselves at home”
The viruses came, rearranged to their liking, settled in to stay.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1216 “With caution”
Six deer were outside, moving cautiously, like ghosts, grazing trees and grass.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1215 “Thanks”
The day: thanksgiving... the Native American said "Thanks for nothing!"
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1214 “Timescape”
I am suspended in a chill soup made of time and bits of clear air
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1213 “But not a land surveyor”
I'm stumbling, planless - hindered by the bureaucrats - contemplating fate.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1212 “The wait”
The apple tree waits: It waits to throw down apples. It waits for spring, too.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1211 “Vivisection”
Fog pins down the birds. They park themselves in the grass. The sun breaks the air.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1210 “Dogmatism”
The dog finds more dogs, using a keen sense of smell. Then he ignores them.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1209 “Sow and reap”
Mossy trees loiter. The stars sow rows of white frost. The black sky purples.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1208 “The hidden world”
There is morning fog. Crows cross streets and discuss things. Cars drift, secretive.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1207 “While the engine thrums”
I sit here somewhat thoughtful, on the ferry, waiting, wary, or hopeful, or just staring, feeling dull.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1206 “The antitheses”
With all these coughs and sneezes, I get tired and uninspired... diseases like this, health's antitheses.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1205 “Cairnview”
I cut my bits of twigs and sticks to clear my path below; and looking through, down at the road, the rocks I stacked just show.
– a quatrain in ballad meter
Caveat: Poem #1204 “A drumming”
The rain insists, its forceful hints keep tapping in the breeze. The droplets fall on barren wood and timpanize the trees.
– a quatrain in ballad meter
Caveat: Poem #1203 “Out there”
I walk my rough trail in rain and gathering dusk and wonder if bears...
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1202 “Rockstacking”
I found some gray rocks. I stacked them beside the road, precariously.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1201 “All that is holey”
I tromped among trees finding a path down the hill and falling in holes.
– a pseudo-haiku