ㅁ still dark it's windy out tree branches whoosh and swing there's a sense of isolation what next?
– a cinquain.
ㅁ still dark it's windy out tree branches whoosh and swing there's a sense of isolation what next?
– a cinquain.
ㅁ It stopped. A few hours passed. The rainless sky was gray. But then the slow drizzle returned. Drought dodged!
– a cinquain.
ㅁ the robots came and set up shop, they told their stories too. the people asked them questions then... got answers, sometimes true
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ I bought some trees by internet. They got here just last week. I put them in some little pots. I watch the pots: they leak.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ the sun came out briefly its bright reappearance left us all at a loss of words strange light
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Colder. Crusts of dull snow. Glimpses of a clear sky. Clouds rendered in grays, pinks and golds. Sunset.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ I found a sad, discarded washer lying in the grit of the road. It was a ring of iron blending in with the rocks. So I picked it up. You never know... you will need rusty things.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ each rock that you have kicked while walking down the road settles into its new moment and waits
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Rain and snow and more rain alternated as I drove homeward along the potholed road; I remembered other drives like that time I was in Chile: from Puerto Montt to Hornopirén.
– a reverse nonnet.
ㅁ Thursday is shopping day: we drive to town - the store - because of the senior discount... drive home.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Last night it must have snowed. But some rain came after, and with morning, it was just ice. Crunchy.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Rainbows coexisted with a gray cormorant perched nimbly on the pier's railing, in wind.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ I am, allegedly, a person who's patient. But I think that that's just an act. It fails.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Slowly Slug made her way. The terrain was quite rough. Obstacles presented themselves. A quest!
– a cinquain.
ㅁ The bear slumbered somewhere, deep inside the forest. Later, in spring, she'd cross the road. A plan.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Some ducks patrolled waters in the sea near our dock. It was clearly a group effort. Good work.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Eagle supervised bones, with a nonchalant air. She knew that they belonged to her. "All mine."
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Raven made a circle using wings, and the air. She landed on a leaning tree. She watched.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ They said that the present is the best place to be. Try to exist in the moment, they said.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ They said the past is done. It's all immutable, and there's no point in dwelling there, they said.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ They said the future comes regardless of desires. Intentions make no difference, they said.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Kiamon walked down the path in the wood, looking for signs of the past, if she could, hoping to find some small, relevant clue. No simple answers appeared. What to do?
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. The continuing saga of Kiamon, a fictional being.
ㅁ Silence. Talking is hard, always getting asked, "what?" 'Cause he forgets his hearing aids. "Nothing."
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Thinking is just something that happens in a brain when some action seems uncalled-for: deep thought.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ The night consumed the day's concerns, and dreams piled up like stones, that tumbled down on ocean shores, collecting there like bones.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ The winter came and dropped some snow, and ice formed on the road. But then the season took a break: a month of rain bestowed.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ Drip, drip: steady drizzle... water accumulates, saturates the cold rainforest, and flows.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ The wind pushed angrily at the sea, making citadels of water. The rain replaced low volume with a mad demeanor. The stream rushed along, water-filled. The gray clouds endured all.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ Raven drafted circles, despite the falling rain, ensuring order in the world through flight.
– a cinquain.