ㅁ The raven watched me carefully and stared. She wondered if I'd scare her. I did not.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Category: Book 3
Caveat: Poem #1508 “Daily percepts”
ㅁ I saw stones resting against the earth. I saw the trees for what they were. I saw a bear by the road. I saw the slanting sun. I saw fleeting thoughts. I saw the sea. I saw clouds. I saw. Slept.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1507 “Poems + Trees = Age”
ㅁ I add up my age counting my poems and trees introspectively
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1506 “Things heard before dawn”
ㅁ it's not quite light yet but a truck tastes the potholes and samples the road
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1505 “The Alaskan tomato”
ㅁ up in the greenhouse desultory tomatoes make some small effort
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1504 “The bear’s bother”
ㅁ The bear's daily walk was interrupted by cars along six-mile hill
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1503 “Make it all dust”
ㅁ A few days of sun to dry out the road's gravel and make it all dust.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1502 “Retail anecdote”
ㅁ A boy announced he wanted three balloons. His mother bought them, and they left the store. I saw the three balloons adrift in air, just twenty minutes later - trucks below. The mother came back in and heaved a sigh, and smiling, said, I need three more balloons.
– a short story in blank verse (iambic pentameter) about working in a small-town gift shop.
Caveat: Poem #1501 “Unlike any other tree”
ㅁ The tree's character was really ordinary, unremarkable.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1500 “Carcereal bindery”
ㅁ Books. Once, there, long ago, I had a job. I had to make books. There were machines, workers, loud sounds, and conveyor belts. Last night I dreamed I returned there. It was being run by the police.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1499 “The rainforest’s song”
ㅁ Well, that's a relief. The clouds returned quite promptly. The rainforest sang.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1498 “The planet with the unusual blue sky”
ㅁ Where has the rain gone? What's with the sun's appearance? What planet is this?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1497 “Carbon cycle”
ㅁ The yellowness was from the smoke of fires that lurked and burned far to the south of here.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1496 “Keep a lid on things”
ㅁ "What summer? Why is that a thing?" they asked. "The sky is gray to keep things down," they said.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1495 “Reassurances”
ㅁ You know the world will balance out, they said. The rain will wash away your pain, they said.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1494 “Prepared”
ㅁ The dawn suggested new approaches. So, rebooting my computer, I could hope.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1493 “Distortions”
ㅁ The land and sea were blended into one. A mist was clinging to the darkling trees. Among the stones a boat's vague shape appeared. Or was it just a ghost? One couldn't know.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1492 “Illim’s origins”
ㅁ The desert claimed the generations' lives, but over time great cities took their shape. Arising from the flanks of hills they gleamed, declaring people's steadfast will to live.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter), about the aftermath of one of the many wars in the imaginary land of Illim, a small nation among many on the planet Rahet.
Caveat: Poem #1491 “Landing in Beyem”
ㅁ The chill wind came off the frozen lake. The city lurked among its hills. A large ship rested, icebound. Still, the streets teemed with life. Columns of smoke rose. I walked along. Some birds spun. Sun shone. Lost.
– a nonnet set in a fictional city called Beyem.
Caveat: Poem #1490 “The best course of action”
ㅁ I was walking there. I felt a rock in my sock. So I removed it.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1489 “Clouds as shrill teenagers”
ㅁ The clouds looked down, spoke: "Omigod! That spot is dry!" they exclaimed. And rained.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1488 “Because rainforest”
ㅁ Morning brings pink stains on the rims of grim gray clouds where rain waits, always.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1487 “A gradual decoherence”
ㅁ Memory forgets. The meaning of events fades. Sensation remains.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1486 “Unsummer”
ㅁ This summer wasn't. Rain and overcast each day - just a few with sun.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1485 “A simple meal”
ㅁ The bugs visited. They made repast of my skull. and later I itched.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1484 “Just you wait and see”
ㅁ Sometimes I just stand, and look around and think stuff; the world is patient.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1483 “Reflected glory”
ㅁ The world exists twice: Once above the lounging sea; Once somewhere below.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1482 “There”
ㅁ There were some gray clouds. There were some small bugs buzzing. There was a seagull.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1481 “Twenty-third stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon sat on the shore of the lake, watching the water that danced with the wind, narrowing eyes from a face that had thinned, barely remembering desert and ache.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter, but with a different rhyme-scheme than previous quatrains on the topic of Kiamon.
Caveat: Poem #1480 “A busy day”
ㅁ The morning had sun. Later, it rained, with some wind. I watched, as I do.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1479 “Ow”
ㅁ The tree, unmoving, forebore my drill's loud assault and grew just a bit.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1478 “Fishing without catching”
ㅁ Our flavorful hooks received negative reviews at Port Estrella.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1477 “The gathering out by the pothole”
ㅁ I gathered some rocks. They congregated around, Enjoying the mud.
– a pseudo-haiku.