ㅁ An airplane flew past. The sea sparkled blue and gray. A fish ate our hook.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Book 3
Caveat: Poem #1442 “Inside the greenhouse”
ㅁ The potato plant grew until it was very tall, Sometimes in sunlight.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1441 “Always a bit awkward”
ㅁ I lay there dreaming... and dreamed I was unconscious, but then I woke up.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1440 “Cruel fate”
ㅁ My phone and I walked... Only later did I see it had been broken.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1439 “Twenty-first stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon sat by the lakeshore and watched: wind-woven waves biting stones where they touched, trees overseeing the greenness and breeze, clouds climbing skies with magnificent ease.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1438 “Knowing delicious”
ㅁ The slug ate lettuce Like a tiny bulldozer It knew delicious
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1437 “Brief ode to a future treehouse”
ㅁ The treehouse exists first in imagination but, yes, it takes shape
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1436 “I’ll get over it”
ㅁ I've not been in a good mood lately. The sky feels heavy and brooding. Uncles toss profanities. Birds force their cheerfulness. Tomato plants climb. Slugs cross stairways. Dampness dwells. Time stops. Dawn...
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1435 “Important dialogue”
ㅁ With sun, or without, the birds make their suggestions. All serious talk.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1434 “As seas will do”
ㅁ The sea roiled and turned, making baroque contortions, topographic thrusts.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1433 “The bugs’ intentions”
ㅁ Sometimes the bugs fly and they try to annoy me and well, they succeed.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1432 “Nature sometimes looks back”
ㅁ The bird noticed me. A whirr of wings announced it. The morning warmed up.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1431 “Twentieth stanza”
ㅁ Not-a-Wolf wielded a sixgun and knife, Lived like he didn't much value his life. Soldiers pursued him through sun and through snow, Never once thinking to just let him go.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Luc Not-a-Wolf is a character in a story I sometimes work on, which takes place in the imaginary land of Makaska. He is Kiamon’s great-great grandfather.
Caveat: Poem #1430 “Labor before plan”
ㅁ I'm digging a hole. I think I'll put in some stairs. Meanwhile, it's labor.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1429 “Gazing down Eleventh Street”
ㅁ Fog recalls childhood I sit by that gray window Wait for time to pass
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1428 “Plan for a future debate”
ㅁ Wind. Outside. Awaits me. More like a breeze. Arboreal moves. A waving of branches. Having crossed the sea, it comes. It chases bears and deer, they say. I will challenge the wind in debate.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1427 “The slugs protagonize yet another poem”
ㅁ The slugs arrayed themselves across the road displaying spots to trucks and cars that passed. They tasted leaves and stones and felt the rain, and dodged, with careful slitherings, their fate.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1426 “The geofictician”
ㅁ I could dream of lines and mold them into mountains, then add some nice towns
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1425 “My own private temple complex”
ㅁ I put up my piles in these random locations strewing stone towers
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1424 “The official statement from the clouds”
ㅁ We, the assembled, drift and declaim: We permit your wind to bring us - a conspiracy of clouds, in collective action - to your continent. Your straining trees, your cold rocks, told us: stay.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1423 “Switching sides”
ㅁ The deer goes westbound. I'm watching the road outside. Then the bear goes east.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1422 “The land of the midday overcast”
ㅁ The solstice here means not much darkness. There's sunset twilight at midnight. At three the dawn twilight comes. I am awake at three? Sometimes I wake up. Thinking strange things. Counting ghosts. Doubting. Time.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1421 “Culinary announcement”
ㅁ I made some fish soup. It's a Chilean chowder: spicy and creamy.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1420 “The cartographers’ folly”
ㅁ The arbitrary placement of mountains is nonsense: complacent cartographers' debasement for simple entertainment.
– an englyn in Robertson Davies’ style.
Caveat: Poem #1419 “Over on the north side”
ㅁ along six-mile hill the wind feinted from the sea the trees lashed and waved
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1418 “Safe and sound”
ㅁ a blue fishing boat parked in the inlet last night expecting some rain
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1417 “Finch”
ㅁ The finch decides to scale my window's screen and tilts its yellow stripes to left and right.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1416 “Repetition makes it true”
ㅁ With a lot to say, but small vocabularies, the birds greet the day.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1415 “Indeterminate materials”
ㅁ I made a tower of stones. They reached up. One rock was cup-shaped - or bone- - can't be known.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1414 “The ephemerality of stones”
ㅁ The stones compelled the sky to pull aside, besieging time itself and standing ground. But time had better plans: it had prepared for waiting out the stones, and pulled them down.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1413 “The potentiality of stones”
ㅁ the stones stand, ruins of unknowable planets spiraling outward
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1412 “A diagram of my garden”
ㅁ
small carrots growing radishes expansionist lettuce
bold vegetables
black soil damp sand mildewy stones
fertile earth
buzzing bees hovering gnats stealthy mosquitoes
industrious worms
the greenhouse
shelters
the young plants
and provides
a space
to grow
and flourish
still air hanging sun passing clouds
coming rain
– a quennet.
Caveat: Poem #1411 “Won’t you be my neighbor?”
ㅁ I took a short walk, surveying the neighborhood. Who's there? Trees, birds, bears.
– a pseudo-haiku.