ㅁ I used up my day. There were many small errands. But they added up.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #2634 “Those unignorables”
ㅁ I drive to town a lot these days, sometimes it is a bore. I've started naming potholes, now, 'cause them, you can't ignore.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2633 “The circle of the seasons”
ㅁ heavy snow frozen night icy road crisp winter damp drizzle slushy afternoons absent sun second winter clear day overcast day unrepentant snow desultory spring this alaskan summer lasts a day or two before the rainforest reasserts itself prioritizing precipitation heavy rain hungry potholes brown leaves insistent autumn
– a quennet.
Caveat: Poem #2632 “In retail it’s all about feelings”
ㅁ I dreamed I wrote some nifty code to solve my business needs. The dream-world seems to have forgot that's not where retail leads.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2631 “Ellipsis”
ㅁ So, death and dreams each take their toll they interrupt our thoughts; the one can stop things for all time, the other's just three dots...
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2630 “Time’s distortion”
ㅁ the week has begun though time is just a seeming a week's an eon
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2629 “Stop”
ㅁ lost motivation enjoyable inertia just taking a break
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2628 “Bent arrow”
ㅁ Past. Future. Or right now. We sort things out. The arrow of time sometimes becomes bent.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2627 “Excursion while at home”
ㅁ Pause. The wind disabled the power lines. It was like an unannounced camping trip.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2626 “Instructions”
ㅁ Find some words, write them down. They will make sense, as long as you present them in order.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2625 “Early morning”
ㅁ light arrives quite slowly as winter comes the equinox has passed and clouds persist
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2624 “Mergers”
ㅁ down seaward the rain fell disconsolate losing herself in the biting gray waves
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2623 “Nourishment”
ㅁ Time swallows intentions gradually, like a slug dining on a fallen leaf.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2622 “Scheming dreams”
ㅁ i saw pyramids... a hypnagogic moment in the predawn hour
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2621 “The patient treehouse”
ㅁ The treehouse still waits. I had meant to improve it, but summer passed by.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2620 “Seventy-fourth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon challenged the facts that she found; someone'd created them, spread them around. Lacking in proofs, she just studied the clues, finding strange holes in the logic of news.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. The continuing ruminations of a fictional character, Kiamon.
Caveat: Poem #2619 “Link rot”
ㅁ "You've got some dead links." "I think that's a sign of age for web designers."
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2618 “The unconscionable acts of nature”
ㅁ I tripped on my stairs. Gravity assaulted me. That hurt my feelings.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2617 “With the mountain beyond”
ㅁ A rainbow appeared. Light and water, prophecies briefly manifest.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2616 “Environmental impact”
ㅁ Bits of stone were seen, crafted into roads, clearings, washed clean by the rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2615 “What can be made of rain”
ㅁ The wind, it returned. It scooped up bits of rainfall, sculpted into spite.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2614 “Seventy-third stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon woke from her dreams with a start. Somehow she'd lost herself inside some art: paintings her grandmother'd done long ago, cabins in forests and wide fields of snow.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #2613 “Harvest Moon”
ㅁ moon is full fall harvest happy chuseok today is the korean thanksgiving
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2612 “And a glimpse of the sun”
ㅁ Driving home last night, I saw the bold sun, setting... out there behind me.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2611 “I said to myself, ‘This is a dream'”
ㅁ Dreams crowded by worries and random thoughts; then, a lucid moment, levitating. Flight above... but control was elusive; I saw a child trapped in a prison cell.
– two tetractys (tetractyses?) enchained.
Caveat: Poem #2610 “In need of a solution”
ㅁ Cup's empty. Seems someone drank my coffee. Probably that was me, still not awake.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2609 “Best served cold, and smelling of the sea”
ㅁ Blood flowered on knuckles, along fingers. Those beastly barnacles were fighting back.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2608 “No words”
ㅁ Days eaten by rainclouds, intemperate challenges toward the laconic earth.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2607 “Futurology”
ㅁ Stress shows up, settles in, uninvited. My gut ties itself up in baroque knots.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2606 “The congregation”
ㅁ Black ravens swirled like storms congregated. They'd found something they wanted to discuss.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2605 “Denials”
ㅁ Don't even bother me. I'm sure you're just making all this shit up.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2604 “Approaching equinox”
ㅁ Sun shone down, but the light wasn't summer's: the afternoon sun's angle has shifted now.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2603 “I slept, and this happened”
ㅁ Dream: future Mexican dystopia - robotic programmers stacked like firewood.
– a tetractys.