there used to be goats they'd go out onto the dock and become confused
– a pseudo-haiku
Category: Book 2
Caveat: Poem #1133 “A haiku is just a stone”
I've been uninspired so I compose these fragments and toss them like stones.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1132 “Autodidact”
The cosmologist confronted the awkward fact: he was just self-taught.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1131 “As countries will do”
In a backwards way, from motorways to mountains, the country evolved.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1130 “Poeming”
under the raining between all the grayish skies the earth rests, greening
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1129 “So a cloud, then”
having friends visit is like noticing a cloud with striking colors
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1128 “Only potential”
Potential is shown for artistic endeavor - actual art, no
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1127 “The blaze”
When presented stars, we could admire them, maybe, as they fall burning
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1126 “No other chickens here”
with the rising sun the chickens found the house gone it burned overnight
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1125 “Fallen”
now each day's evening comes sooner than the prior well that's how fall goes
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1124 “All the same”
I will wake early I will walk in the cool fog I will know despair
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1123 “Human artifice”
boat like a dull ax thrust at islands' rough edges, obdurate ocean
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1122 “A mildew’s journey”
mildew made progress across wooden furniture because all was damp
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1121 “The committee of islands, here gathered”
Here, the sea is not just sea - rather, too, Islands throughout feel free To commingle, and to be A green, fractious committee.
– an englyn in the style developed by Robertson Davies
Caveat: Poem #1120 “The cartographer’s delusion”
streets: sprawling creative impositions, engineering feats, landscape alterations, geographic abstractions, connections between unseen nodes, or just unthinking lines on a map.
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1119 “See?”
I saw the sawed logs. On sharp slants, the logs see-sawed. See, I'd been sawing.
– a silly pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1118 “Rocks are always looking down”
I saw some rocks there... but no, they did not see me: they were looking down.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1117 “Grounded”
It's just easier, sometimes, to write something dull, ignoring the clouds.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1116 “Childhood”
I love wind and rain - Perhaps they conjure childhood, Tapping on the roof.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1115 “Viento”
viento bruto que no pare viento muy hambriento sopla viento come todos nubes viento espera fin del mundo
– cuarteto de métrica romance
Caveat: Poem #1114 “Planning stages”
Yesterday the wind kept the air cool. It is that moment when you think: Fall is waiting, at stage left, planning its grand entrance, anticipating, reviewing lines, upstaging sunny days
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1113 “Bow down”
A wind came along and harassed all the tall trees. They bent their branches.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1112 “The sky made them do it”
Some trees survived to tell their fate to birds that passed them by, but others lost their lives and fell, then, disowned by the sky.
– a quatrain in ballad meter
Caveat: Poem #1111 “Distress”
I feel consumed with stress these days; I worry and I sigh. My stomach ties itself in knots; my soul just wants to cry.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #1110 “A disavowal”
Water runs downhill, but trees grow skyward, plus... clouds; is gravity real?
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1109 “Things”
the history of things lies buried down beneath the present moment scrabbling like bored zombies or predators on drugs seeking to come out sniffing at now kicking dirt: grinning things
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1108 “Another roadside attraction”
First, place a big rock beside the road. Find another big rock to add. Balance yet a third on top. Now step back to admire. Think about hubris. Contemplate art. Find meaning. Raise doubts. Dream.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1107 “The oldest house”
the oldest house hangs at the mind's edge where we imagine prototypes the fractal roofs extending piling up rooms like foam and we walk in dreams through cold hallways tasting dust breathing sighs
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1106 “Confidence”
the eagle watches, considering bold options, never self-doubting
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1105 “Test”
a b c or d? fill in the correct bubble declare your knowledge
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1104 “Forever”
Dawn: brighter, in small steps, black to grayish, then changing to blue, out over the water, among the trees' silhouettes, the hills waiting like broken clocks, their feet stuck in the sea forever.
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1103 “The fish was welcomed”
there was a large fish bigger than the other fish still we welcomed it
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1102 “Home improvement”
The world with some fog With mysterious islands Is a better place
– a pseudo-haiku