ㅁ Kiamon struggled to bring it together. All of the clues were piled up like the weather; when you see storm clouds all laden with rain, moody and dark, premonitions of pain.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Category: Book 3
Caveat: Poem #2135 “404”
ㅁ the blog crashed, went down: the endless stream of haiku was snuffed out. briefly.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2134 “Blah blah”
ㅁ la lluvia 와 [wa] sueña con 많은 말들 [manheunmaldeul] y 드르르 [deureureu] cae
– a pseudo-haiku. I am fluent (if rusty) in Spanish, and have at least a passing competence and familiarity with Korean. So my innermost monologue – the ongoing “narrator’s voice” in my head – is often a mishmash of languages, and switches around a bit randomly. I thought I’d try to capture that in this poem. This mix of Spanish and Korean would translate in English as: the rain comes / dreams of many words / and smoothly falls.
Caveat: Poem #2133 “Yes, for the trees”
ㅁ For the trees, I saw the forest grasping the world and just being there.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2132 “Minor offering”
ㅁ Well, there's some lettuce. So the garden hasn't failed, just disappointing.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2131 “Not actually a dream”
ㅁ I had this bad dream. Arthur disassembling things... I couldn't fix them.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2130 “Labor supply”
ㅁ I carry matboard. The store is moving: much work. We move the huge safe.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2129 “Things a dog can find with her nose”
ㅁ Slug and fog and stone. Road, potholes, dog running west. She found bear poop. Nice.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2128 “Fifty-sixth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon sat and gazed out at the fog: seemed she was facing a bit of a slog. Not so much bodily as with her mind; somehow she had to escape from this bind.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #2127 “Finding a purpose in life”
ㅁ The bugs flew around. They focused on finding food. I could fill that role.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2126 “Latitude”
ㅁ Light when I lie down. The solstice's light persists. Light when I get up.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2125 “Purple”
ㅁ The sun departed. But its trip took quite a while. It lingered out west.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2124 “The eventual reward”
ㅁ Despite my best procrastination games, the map took shape. Regardless of my aims, a steady application makes it grow and finally it looks like somewhere real.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #2123 “Unmotivated”
ㅁ The day presented tasks to do, and some of them got done; but in the end I noticed more the clouds yield to the sun.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2122 “Misperception”
ㅁ Late at night there was a glow The sky was white, I thought: snow; it was just some fog, so... no.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #2121 “The sun is heavy”
ㅁ It is good the drizzle's back: under the sun's glaring track you feel the cooling cloud's lack.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #2120 “Greenhouse report”
ㅁ The young lettuce does okay. The leeks are having a day. But the radishes delay.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #2119 “Apotheosis”
ㅁ I paused to look at a tree. The gravel road smiled at me. The potholes will set you free.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #2118 “Blank photograph”
ㅁ It's a foggy dawn. The mist grasps at the green sea. The light is diffuse.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2117 “Es que somos pobres”
ㅁ Accumulating the world's intransigencies, I stoop, carry on.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2116 “Fifty-fifth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon yielded to sleep's dull caress. What they had said had all failed to impress. Nothing she knew was in fact making sense: she'd have to wait now for future events.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #2115 “Spacetime’s curvature”
ㅁ The raindrop queried "Where can I go but downward? Gravity summons."
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2114 “Monologue”
ㅁ The bird in the tree was having conversations with invisibles.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2113 “False epiphany”
ㅁ I plunged down into a reckless lucidity and bright nothingness.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2112 “Nadir”
ㅁ I've lost momentum. And nothing seems worth doing. I can't explain why.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2111 “Splork”
ㅁ The slug had set out intending to cross the road; but it met a truck.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2110 “Don’t mix it up”
ㅁ First you have morning. Then you get the evening. Keep things in order.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2109 “Nostalgia for the cancer ward”
ㅁ In the hospital... a dream full of awkwardness, yet not a nightmare.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2108 “Not sure if anything changed during the night”
ㅁ Having rested well, the gray marched back the next day, triumphantly damp.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2107 “A break”
ㅁ The gray took a break. The clouds scudded off eastward, to rest weary souls.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2106 “Alternate epitaph”
ㅁ When I'm old, I pray that I will not blame others for my own failures.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2105 “Survey the world”
ㅁ Problematic maps occupied the waking dreams of damp artistry.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2104 “Flowers”
ㅁ And it came to pass, that the bees saw the flowers and did what bees do.
– a pseudo-haiku.