#Poetry #Haiku #Senryu
ㅁ Well! I have never... seen the sky open up wide... seen a real angel...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #2912 “Important developments”
ㅁ When the tide came in rocks were covered with water. Then the tide went out.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2911 “Career moves”
ㅁ Clouds: solid shades of gray forming masses that dwell in the sky like philosophers.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2910 “A desire to escape”
ㅁ A tiny bird appeared in the house. I'd had the big shop door open, so it easily could have entered, gone exploring. Now it was banging its head against the windows. Let me out!
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2909 “A sigh on a boat”
ㅁ the boat presented some frustrations: launching it required winch repairs; then, electrical problems... was there a broken switch? or dead batteries? under the clouds, five AM, I sigh... sit.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2908 “Halfway through a sentence”
ㅁ As I am talking to the man... then up he gets. He leaves the room. Attention issues steal his plan. As I am talking to the man... dementia makes so no words scan. My uncle's brain has met its doom. As I am talking to the man... then up he gets. He leaves the room.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2907 “Winch thing”
ㅁ The boat ramp winch thing is demanding some repairs. I must MacGyver...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2906 “On cucumbers”
ㅁ sometimes cucumbers are just nice, green cucumbers other times, they're not
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2905 “Maybe I could find something to eat”
ㅁ The raven on rocks, does some grooming under wings, pauses, looks around.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2904 “The Wet Eagle’s Observations”
ㅁ Can anyone fail to notice the rains' return? - Not that wet eagle.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2903 “Time’s entanglement”
ㅁ The leaf plummeted, torn off by the wind and rain, prefiguring Fall.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2902 “Trends in observation”
ㅁ A dull yellow glow touched heavy clouds. Without rain, still the ground was wet. Birds entertained each other. Morning turned time's old gears. A fish broke the sea. Green water rolled. Small waves moved. Trees swung. World.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2901 “From deep inside the end of days”
ㅁ I was happily starving myself, when friends and family took charge. I was robbed, I tell you, robbed! My freedom surrendered. My resentment grew. It's just not fair. Leave me be. Assholes. Fools.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2900 “Inappropriate wailing and gnashing of teeth”
ㅁ I am unhappy. Responsibility sucks. There's no solution.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2899 “The superior being”
ㅁ An eagle lurked on the metal arch, that framed the dock by the green sea, waiting for food to appear. "Tweet," I said to the bird. The bird ignored me, but in moments, saw something, leapt up, swooped.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2898 “The poor conversationalist”
ㅁ A robin stood outside my window on the spruce tree's bedraggled branch and tilted its head at me. "Tweet," I said to the bird. The bird was alarmed, and flew away, unwilling to stay there.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2897 “The long tail”
ㅁ This here blog thingy seems decrepitly senescent... the poems: drip drip drip.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2896 “A false semiotics”
ㅁ Recreational asemia: letting the meaningless language flow past me like falling rain, pretending that my mind has the right pathways, and can take me to new thoughts, insights. Yes.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2895 “Visitation”
ㅁ There was a small bird outside my open window. It made strange noises.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2894 “No”
ㅁ Regrets pile up like drifts of snow and nothing's ever gonna change. I burn through time by saying "No." Regrets pile up like drifts of snow denying things to make them go... As strategy it's rather strange. Regrets pile up like drifts of snow and nothing's ever gonna change.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2893 “The to-do list”
ㅁ Summer has all its expectations, accumulated pending tasks, and they leave me overwhelmed. So I procrastinate. It's not fulfilling, burdened by guilt. Those lurking projects wait.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2892 “Coffee-flavored”
ㅁ The coffee got misplaced today, I poured it in my bowl. My oatmeal tasted rich and brown, so in the end, I'm full.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2891 “Eleven years cancer free”
ㅁ Eleven years ago this day, the tumor was excised. I celebrate by staying home. I'm still alive: surprised!
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2890 “Boundary conditions”
ㅁ some poems don't happen they linger at the edges' liminality
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2889 “Cornucopia”
ㅁ some poems are apples hanging ripe in the world-tree you pick them, eat them
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2888 “Unlikely it’s an allegory”
ㅁ The king was old and filled with rage. Pretenders came and stole his crown. They made mean jokes about his age. The king was old and filled with rage. His speeches often left the page. Words wandered off, and up, and down. The king was old and filled with rage. Pretenders came and stole his crown.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2887 “Recusal”
ㅁ hope for a lazy day because i'm tired not even in the mood to type a poem
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2886 “Irrigation”
ㅁ rain again but really you'd think enough still the rocks and trees need irrigating
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2885 “Corvidland”
ㅁ Crows! Ravens! Together in one small town. They argue in parking lots near the store.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2884 “Absent visitor”
ㅁ my brother visits but he took off by kayak so he's not here now
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2883 “Adrift”
ㅁ the planet's broad curves support islands in movement floating chunks of rock
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2882 “The origin story of El Kabong”
ㅁ Maybe a frustrated guitarist... the equine cowboy sought justice. A radioactive horse seems to have bitten him. Swinging in on vines, kabonger high, he could yell, "¡Olé!" Bonk.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2881 “Data processing”
ㅁ the numbers traveled through the computer's innards aligning themselves
– a pseudo-haiku.