ㅁ The map failed to appear as it should. An expectant grayness, instead, filled up the browser's window. Rebooting the server did not fix a thing. Perhaps the world was broken: "Planet closed."
– a nonnet.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #2667 “In conversation with the psychologist”
ㅁ His father had died of grumpiness - declared categorically. Somehow that doesn't connect to his current approach. No introspection - or just hidden. Self, unseen unknown, gone.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2666 “He lost his tiny plastic hat”
ㅁ "Thief!" His hat had detached, leaving his head exposed as he ran: the lego guy's peg head was apparently too bright for the man to evade police. Well, that's how my grandson explained it.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2665 “The hammer and the nail”
ㅁ I dreamed my own self-trepanation, which is a quite strange thing to dream. So, where do these thoughts come from? What suggested a nail and a small hammer? It was nothing that I'd seen. Random stuff.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2664 “The night’s events”
ㅁ I heard the slow drizzle on the roof. But then I went outside, and saw there were many stars instead. Somehow the clouds had fled, during that short time. The sky's changes disregard even night.
– a nonnet.
#Poetry #nonnet
Caveat: Poem #2663 “Astrology”
ㅁ Getting up before dawn, I saw stars. I failed to notice their movement; rather, they were fixed and still. Some tree branches imposed, drawing their stark lines. A single star blinked, wavered: a leaf swung.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2662 “Leaving”
ㅁ There were leaves racing along the road, flung around by the passing cars. They seemed to be sentient. Which is to say, panicked, suffering, fearful, fleeing traffic, jumping down ditchward, hurt.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2661 “A circle”
ㅁ Apple pie was a necessity. So Juli rolled out some pie crust, pressed it into the pie plate. She has pre-made filling from their apple trees. The top added, oven hot, it baked... done!
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2660 “The Fall”
ㅁ The years transformed into confusion, and that, in turn, turned to anger. The missing information rendered malevolent in its mere absence, floated like leaves lost by trees - just like Fall.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2659 “Probably just a metaphor”
ㅁ In my dreams, a billionaire's small child capriciously commanded me to perform some pointless tasks. I resisted, angry. But the games went on. World aflame, she... revealed her robot face.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2658 “Survival narrative”
ㅁ The stories accumulate like snow, forming drifts among the neurons. The underlying spaces become blurred and smoothed out. The stories remain. You can study their patterns and find self.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2657 “PaaS”
ㅁ "Precipitation as a service." It would be unprecedented, as a business model. You could get just as much as you had paid for; the obstacle: those stubborn flighty clouds.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2656 “How things ended up”
ㅁ The rain came in gusts, gales, attacking trees. They bent, weary and wary but strong. The atmosphere was like mad birds. It drew secret glyphs of air. Unreadable... we wept. Without remedy. Disconsolate. We lay down. On moss. Still.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2655 “As the dark will do”
ㅁ Dark took hold, set its sights on longer nights. The clouds assisted in this endeavor.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2654 “Blew some tree down, knocking out power lines”
ㅁ Big wind came along, stole our electricity; we made a nice fire.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2653 “Where the ravens were”
ㅁ The ravens were there, where some hunter had left it: a dead deer's carcass.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2652 “Oneiric bones”
ㅁ A skeleton beast rampaged somewhat cheerfully through my morning dreams.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2651 “Seventy-sixth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon noted the rats by the grate. Sunset had passed, and the time had grown late. Streetcars were scarce. A dull mist filled the air. Facing her future, she muttered a prayer.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. This is yet another random snippet from the life of Kiamon, a fictional being in an imaginary world.
Caveat: Poem #2650 “Nothing”
ㅁ motivation lost the graying skies insisted that rest would be fine
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2649 “The monotonist’s self-deception”
ㅁ These daily trees appear each day, and still you'd think I'd tire of such monotony; but each of them's unique, and proves to us the world's a space much bigger than our minds.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #2648 “Too many barcodes”
ㅁ I didn't sleep well. There were strange snippets of dreams. Plumbing with barcodes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2647 “Deluge deferred”
ㅁ Rain delayed: the forecast has suggested one more dry day before normal Autumn.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2646 “Pros and cons”
ㅁ Ghosts surveyed solid things, made conclusions: being spirits offered advantages.
– a tetractys.
#Poetry #Tetractys
Caveat: Poem #2645 “What a bit of cloud-cover can do”
ㅁ air got warm... well, speaking relatively: warm enough to thaw the frost on the road
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2644 “Watch them moo”
ㅁ sad lolcow quite angry but amusing everyone there just laughing and pointing
– a tetractys. The word “lolcow” is contemporary slang – it means a foolish person who is the object of ridicule and bullying.
Caveat: Poem #2643 “The coup”
ㅁ fish refused to give up in my nightmare they even took over the government
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2642 “Long night”
ㅁ night lingered persistent into morning but the moon made a show in the treetops
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2641 “Distorted”
ㅁ stars came out did that thing wavering there enduring the atmosphere's amusements
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2640 “Shattered”
ㅁ moon shining did that thing white on ripples fragments of a prelapsarian age
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2639 “Assembled”
ㅁ sun setting did that thing the colors stacked red orange yellow green blue deepest night
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2638 “Atmospherics”
ㅁ Frost occurs as air cools close to the ground: The wind-ghosts flee and all things become still.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2637 “Seventy-fifth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon left her old daydreams behind, knowing at this point she'd best clear her mind. Sneaking suspicions took root in her brain: people were plotting a hidden campaign.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #2636 “The pile”
ㅁ The raven stood beside the road, perched there along some stones. Some hunter'd left a pointless pile of disregarded bones.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.