ㅁ Of course the birds make strange noises, here... like in some Hollywood jungle. And the wallabies watch you. They seem quite uncertain. The driveway is rough, with giant humps. I walk down, alone. Dusk.
– a nonnet.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #3082 “The obstruction”
ㅁ The beast was standing, quite aloof, it issued challenge to my path. And birds were squacking, giving proof. The beast was standing, quite aloof. It lowered head and moved its hoof. But then it bored. It felt no wrath. The beast was standing, quite aloof, it issued challenge to my path.
– a triolet. Events which took place in my mom’s driveway yesterday.
Caveat: Poem #3081 “Uncooperative with the muse”
ㅁ I had a small poem, fully formed last night, ready. I didn't write it.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3080 “Planning it out”
ㅁ In one thousand years I might cross the Pacific caressing each wave.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3079 “Shasta”
ㅁ I looked down at Earth, at the sleeping volcanoes in raiments of snow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3078 “Admonition”
ㅁ Stop fooling ourselves. Most of us are just faking. There's no master plan.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3077 “Events on the ground”
ㅁ The raven watched me as I walked by, skeptical or perhaps wary.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3076 “No rest for the wicked”
ㅁ Morning. Overwhelming heap of obligations looms ahead of me on this day. Must do.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3075 “A lamentation”
ㅁ I wish with all my heart to be a hermit, hid away for good. Perhaps I'd live up in a tree. I wish with all my heart to be somewhere silent, calm and free, Far off in some forsaken wood. I wish with all my heart to be a hermit, hid away for good.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3074 “Dying”
ㅁ an eighty year flame still gutters in the world's winds but only weakly
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3073 “Uncertain”
ㅁ no words just images but wait these are some words i seem to be doing it wrong bad poem
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3072 “The year is 0.34% over already!”
ㅁ And time, it zooms by. Take a look from this angle: count your days in years.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3071 “Just years”
ㅁ some years are newer and other years are older but they're all just years.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3070 “Mid-December moonrise”
ㅁ a few weeks ago the chilly moon rose above the grocery store
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3069 “Impossible things”
ㅁ heptagons of time spin through the four dimensions tracing helices.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3068 “A shifting weather pattern”
ㅁ The sky remains all overcast; the rains have passed, the dampness reigns. Perhaps the ground will dry at last. The sky remains all overcast. The moon is weak, no shadows cast; behind the clouds, its signal wanes. The sky remains all overcast; the rains have passed, the dampness reigns.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3067 “Yet another day”
ㅁ dark dawn littered with rain caressed by blowing wind and devoid of warmth or comfort begins
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3066 “Horticulture”
ㅁ I start my poems with too many words. A jumble of semantic cruft. In need of painful trimming. Gradually, I cut. They fall down, broken. Bits of meaning, discarded. What's left? Noun.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3065 “Boxing day”
ㅁ The boxes triumphed. Not the gifts. Not the good cheer. Just all the boxes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3064 “The drive to work on Christmas Eve.”
ㅁ Trees. Gray skies. Scattered rain. A distant rock, battered by a surging gunmetal sea.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3063 “Regardless”
ㅁ let's just pardon all: those deserving, and those not start with a clean slate.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3062 “To extremes”
ㅁ The solstice is past. It's a good thing, don't you think? The world's too tilted.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3061 “Small town gift shop”
ㅁ These last few days, there's lots of sales, procrastinators rule the town: they come out now, with cries and wails. These last few days, there's lots of sales, their shopping plans were made by snails... they grimly throw their money down. These last few days, there's lots of sales, procrastinators rule the town.
– a triolet, summarizing life working in retail this time of year.
Caveat: Poem #3060 “Planning ahead”
ㅁ When I lose my mind, I will be quite unhappy. I will cuss at things.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3059 “End-of-day observations”
ㅁ At some point in life, we become just our habits. That's all that is left.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3058 “A new beginning”
ㅁ I opened an eye. My consciousness verified, I lay still a while.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3057 “Eighty-second stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon pondered the point of the game. Seemingly, all of the turns were the same. First she'd get caught, after which she'd escape. Villains would chase, like a repeating tape.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Part of the continuing chaotic snapshots from life of the fictional being, Kiamon.
Caveat: Poem #3056 “Things the stars can see”
ㅁ Stars stare down at the sea at moonlit hills at swathes of trees arrayed against the cold.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3055 “The premonition”
ㅁ I start awake to a sudden sound. Well, rather, the sound's memory... the sound was a dreamed event. Still, it made me sit up. Awake, in moonlight. What kind of sound? A plonking. Unknown cause.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3054 “Surrender”
ㅁ Unmotivated. So much so that all the words decomplexify.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3053 “Leave them”
ㅁ The stones are unturned: you really can't go looking under each of them.
– a pseudo-haiku.
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Caveat: Poem #3052 “Conversations that must be had”
ㅁ We need to discuss the roadside grass, that grows beside my daily drive. The grass seems unimportant: green, perhaps non-native. But as winter comes, with heavy rains, it turns gold, flaxen, pale.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3051 “Automatic fail”
ㅁ I don't want to be that old guy who's complaining... wait, that's a complaint.
– a pseudo-haiku.