the sky is overcast and the dawn is hours away, but the moon is full
– a pseudo-haiku
Category: Book 2
Caveat: Poem #1199 “Eleventh stanza”
Kiamon sometimes would ponder her fate, doubtless compelled by her path not quite straight, zigging and zagging through storm and through dust, barely aware of her growing disgust.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1198 “Tenth stanza”
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate, still it caught up to her, blanking her slate: sands of the desert, they cradled her head, fallen and hurt, the sun left her for dead.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1197 “Upward, then”
I take my first taste of morning's coffee, climbing the stairs to my room.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1196 “The local conditions”
Trucks. Machinery. Gravel. Trees. The wind-blown sea. Yellow leaves. Rain.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1195 “Ninth stanza”
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate, battling through time was her gods-given trait, battles were all waged against demons and saints, ethics neglected, devoid of constraints.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1194 “Eighth stanza”
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate, rather she tended to loiter and wait, loathing decisions she wandered the streets, dreaming solutions, accepting defeats.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1193 “A breakfast”
I sit in the dark sipping my morning coffee and eat my oatmeal.
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1192 “The texture of things”
Puddles here and there, giving the road some texture, biting the trucks' heels.
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1191 “Time’s fault”
I wake and ponder the adjustable darkness caused only by time.
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1190 “Cities take shape”
Imaginary lines project, start to outline vast conurbations
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1189 “Unreal syllables”
I keep haikuing as if that were a real thing but in fact not at all
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1188 “What the rain does”
the rain comes in waves rolling across the rooftops and tasting the earth
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1187 “And then other stuff happens, too”
Hallucinating and epistemically dim ghosts gallivant by
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1186 “What grayness does”
Grayness interrupts the days of chilly sunshine with pacific mist
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1185 “The obstinacy of barnacles”
Clinging for dear life, narcissistic barnacles refuse nirvana.
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1184 “Orange”
A scrap of tree bark, preternaturally orange, lurked among bushes.
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1183 “Bostrom’s backstory”
It lay on the desk, such a well-made paper clip... it could eat the world.
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1182 “As stars will do”
The pink dawn is chill, wherein inheres the winter, approaching like stars.
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1181 “Altazorian”
the rain keeps falling tadarada datada dadadadara
– a pseudo haiku intersecting an abstractionist tradition
Caveat: Poem #1180 “Waiting for the train”
One misses strange things... on this Alaskan island one never hears trains
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1179 “Seventh stanza”
Kiamon never once thought on her fate Lacking the judgment to enter that gate Wishing her doubts weren't well-founded in life Pushing to find resolution in strife.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1178 “Sixth stanza”
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate Wrecking the present and blanking her slate, Forcing her gaze toward the glowering moon Over the trees. But the end came too soon.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1177 “Fifth stanza”
Kiamon sometimes would ponder her fate Entering into a strange mental state During which everything seemed like a dream Where dreams themselves were the dominant theme.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1176 “Fourth stanza”
Kiamon never once thought on her fate Everyone thought that she ended up late, Actually, though, she'd been merely a ghost, Time healed her wounds. She returned to her post.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, on a certain theme first taken up almost two years ago.
Caveat: Poem #1175 “The goddess”
The sea foam wasn't involved, nor the stone, rather alone, she evolved, emergent, blessèd, absolved.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1174 “Mitra’s daughter”
Mitra the covenanter, his heart full, chased the white bull to slaughter... and what about his daughter?
– an englyn penfyr on a pseudo Mithraic theme
Caveat: Poem #1173 “No data”
The data refused to show the meanings instead leaning down below truth's cool superficial flow
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1172 “The mirror”
The self-reflective essay: a mirror showing clearer how I say I am than I am today.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1171 “The disavowal”
Some trees have fewer leaves, now, than others. They would rather wonder how... or this winter disavow.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1170 “Anticipatory regret”
I go outside before dawn, taste the wind, feeling chagrined by shapes drawn vaguely, thoughts un-acted on.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1169 “Vegetative bird”
There is a gray cormorant just sitting, looking, waiting, head aslant, on the dock's arch, like some plant.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1168 “The signs that appear when eyes briefly close”
Those hieroglyphs that are drawn by blinking, a vague inkling, but then gone, as my eyelids' world moves on.
– an englyn penfyr