wishes were fishes and beggars were fishermen on the wide gray sea
– a pseudo-haiku
Category: Book 2
Caveat: Poem #1100 “A habit”
Between five and six each morning, looking outside, I eat some oatmeal
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1099 “Spoken”
there's an overcast fog covering the hillside across the water the cobalt-dark sea, they say bears the marks of the boats that pass here, they say scarring the world seeking fish they have said
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1098 “As islands will do”
A muddy silver, Grasping the sky, the islands, Hoping for sinkings.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1097 “As blueberries will do”
A blueberry bush Outside the kitchen window Awaiting the bears
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1096 “As goats will do”
a goat was standing there in the road eating shrubs, ignorant of bears
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1095 “Boycott”
some fish just refuse to participate or join in this game we're playing
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1094 “Lo, a goat”
I looked down beachward - not really a beach, just rocks - and saw a goat there
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1093 “Hopeless”
the stones rested there angry and impertinent unyielding to hope
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1092 “The sea”
Like serious soup the sea gnaws on the boat's wake, asserts dominance
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1091 “Misunderstandings”
When Arthur is talking to others, he likes to joke about my books, complains there are too many, cluttering his attic. The message I get from these warm words: "you are not welcome here."
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1090 “As geese will do”
a steady rain falls the neighbors' loud white geese bask and play in the sea
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1089 “Redirection”
Completely remove pain from discourse. Don't lean on it as an excuse It hijacks our monologues. Don't pay it attention. Unavoidable. Don't dwell on it. Look instead at the trees.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1088 “Geologic impact”
let us move some stones to make a way for tree stuff those falling needles
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1087 “Almost done”
with a few more words and then I'll have said it all just let the birds talk
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1086 “Another domain altogether”
The sea swims and swings and it is terrifying like green-white sunlight.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1085 “Damage”
the sky is broken the birds all plummet, broken my heart is broken
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1084 “Rust”
The bits of iron that can be found by the road rust - to look like stones
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1083 “Semantic geology”
these words will precede those other words that will come until they make hills
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1082 “As eagles will do”
The eagle looked down admiring her reflection in the mud-stained sea
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1081 “Unpleasant excursion”
It's not easy, with the rain and wind: The boat's propeller was tangled by badly aimed fishing line. I thought we would hit rocks. "Use the small motor!" he was yelling. We went east, rocking, slow.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1080 “Pending precipitation”
I was waiting here... awaiting the forecast rain... it rains with the dawn
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1079 “Perelandra”
the sea opens out beyond the point, and it thrusts its wide swells at you, devouring time with glintings that jump off the rumples scarring the edges and white-capped tips of the round surging waves.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1078 “The neverending present”
the fish wait below the fish wait but swim around the fish wait and dread
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1077 “At the edge of the desert”
for so many days it was dry - unusual... just now i felt rain
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1076 “As slugs will do”
the slugs climb the stairs they seek ephemeral things and taste the gray stones
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1075 “An inevitable solipsism”
other people watch but that really means nothing one makes one's choices
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1074 “The teachers”
sand and rocks here, there on the ground and in my shoes rocks and sand teach, wait
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1073 “Squawks of submission, then”
the bird battles dawn with its vociferous squawks but the sun will win
Caveat: Poem #1072 “Useless words”
no words can stop it that slow succession of days demarcating time
Caveat: Poem #1071 “Mooselike but not moose”
Across the inlet there's this sprawling driftwood stump that looks like a moose.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1070 “Shifting perspectives”
The morning was clear at five AM, but now, a low-lying fog came. The rough trees' branches reach down, tasting air, nonchalant. Two fat ravens perch, on the dock's rail. The mist clears, shifting things.
Caveat: Poem #1069 “Transparency”
No wind blows at all: the broad ripples bare their souls to the weedy sea.
– a pseudo-haiku.