ㅁ There was frost as sun touched shore. Spring's birds worried: what's in store? Perhaps Winter's keeping score.
– an englyn milwr
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #2464 “Looking south just outside of town”
ㅁ the painterly clouds bestowed light to white fragments: snow still on mountains
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #2463 “The great journey”
ㅁ The spider traveled up the wall, its focus on some goal. The surface made its progress slow: it stumbled at some hole.
– a quatrain in balled meter.
Caveat: Poem #2462 “Dreams imitate life”
ㅁ your online reading's out of hand, when your last dream puts up a paywall
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2461 “With intent”
ㅁ i put the chair there facing toward the window to see the all world
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2460 “An unwise wager”
ㅁ The sun appeared at dawn and seemed to glow. I stepped outside a moment just to see. Two hours passed. Clouds strolled in and set the tone. My mind was shrouded by their grayish game. I played my hand but lost to further rain.
– five lines in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #2459 “The brief ballad of being alive”
ㅁ With unrequited consciousness, we slowly make our way. The rocks and trees don't answer us, and night succumbs to day.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2458 “A decision”
ㅁ Raven spiralled downward surveying the parked cars and chose a black truck to land on, content.
– a cinquain.
#Poetry #Cinquain
Caveat: Poem #2457 “The natural evolution of things”
ㅁ The sun, in the morning, gave way to clouds, later, which then switched to spitting strong wind, and rain.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2456 “A springtime daily chore”
ㅁ Inside my greenhouse a few small things are sprouting, so I watered them.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2455 “Things that happen even in Alaska”
ㅁ and the light changes and Spring begins to take hold and green leaves appear
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2454 “A carcass habit”
ㅁ The dog escaped and ran away - she'd smelled something quite dead. I found her later at the pond, The dead thing near her head.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2453 “Nature’s bureaucracy”
ㅁ The sun appears, and tries a few days. But this here is the rainforest. The clouds own the agenda. Today's meeting topic: Precipitation. Let's discuss this with ourselves: "drip, drop... drip."
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2452 “The neighborhood improvement association”
ㅁ This guy with a machine came along our dirt road and hacked down many shrubs and trees. Un-treed.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2451 “A small mammal experiences regret”
ㅁ The mouse in the greenhouse dug up my planted seeds. Annoyed, I put a trap in there. Sad mouse.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2450 “The travails of retail”
ㅁ "It's dead - no customers," I told my coworker. She felt bad for me, so she bought something.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2449 “The process of composition”
ㅁ Formless thoughts drift like clouds, congeal into phrases, and then appear on blank screens. Easy.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2448 “Transience”
ㅁ The sun made a visit, tasting the trees' branches, encouraging the budding leaves... then left.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2447 “Unwise creature”
ㅁ Dead mouse. Caught in a trap. It had been seeking food. So it came in the scary house. Bad move.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2446 “Sorry, we’re not a pawn shop”
ㅁ "Shorty" came in the store. He was hard up for cash, wanted to sell his liquor flask. Oh well.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2445 “Finding meaning”
ㅁ fragments all distorted reassemble themselves form a semiotic collage of dreams
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2444 “Seventy-first stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon struggled to understand things. Clues were provided: short, causal strings. Still, the essentials eluded her grip. Outside, the rain pushed a slow, steady drip.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #2443 “Bear for sale”
ㅁ The bear, disconsolate, sat staring at the world. Sadly, it was made of fabric. "For sale."
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2442 “Regression to the mean”
ㅁ Last night it snowed again. I guess that winter's mood was maybe a bit nostalgic: unsprung.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2441 “The itinerant”
ㅁ The tide left us behind, and showed the rocky shore. But mere hours later it brought back some ducks.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2440 “Unanswered”
ㅁ Raven had things to say, added commentaries... it seemed to be a monologue: alone.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2439 “Time to kill”
ㅁ I sat in a small cafe found unexpectedly while the car was getting repaired. Small town.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2439 “Overheard”
ㅁ They said they'd all meet up, discuss their summer plans, and sing about their children, too - those birds.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2438 “Abandoned plans”
ㅁ I thought: just don't forget, all those dreams from last night. But by the time I sat for breakfast, they'd fled.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2437 “A present now past”
ㅁ a store in a small town that sells random tchotchkes does custom matting and framing i'm there
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2436 “Schrödinger’s cloud”
ㅁ They saw that the weather was indeterminate: just some bits of possible things. Random.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2435 “A morning in early Spring”
ㅁ Sometime in early April I woke, to see snow falling steadily. I went downstairs as I do, to get coffee, oatmeal. By the time I sat again upstairs, the snow changed into rain.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2434 “A database of dreams”
ㅁ I dreamed I was organizing dreams: the dreams marked with categories, and put in a database, which I'd built with scrap wood. Some dreams had odd shapes: they didn't fit. I turned them: left, right... there.
– a nonnet.