ㅁ A dream: I argued, angry, frustrated. The sky turned red - sympathy: gods agree.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
ㅁ A dream: I argued, angry, frustrated. The sky turned red - sympathy: gods agree.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
ㅁ A Sunday came, all wan and dull, the sky was clear, the ridge turned gold. The dawn assaulted winds at lull. A Sunday came, all wan and dull, the tide was in, the bay was full. The sea was still and, always, cold. A Sunday came, all wan and dull, the sky was clear, the ridge turned gold.
– a triolet.
ㅁ "Well that was lousy," I mused, reading the haiku. "Still. It's out there, now."
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Outside the kitchen window, blueberries: green shrubberies slowly grow, slugs below.
– an englyn cil-dwrn .
ㅁ The map was full of features, all made up. O map maker, stop: such teachers... such creatures.
– an englyn cil-dwrn .
ㅁ Computers often fail to work. The ghost inside is dumb as rocks. The dull machine is just a jerk. Computers often fail to work. And when they do, that's like a perk. It's unexpected: dog that talks. Computers often fail to work. The ghost inside is dumb as rocks.
– a triolet.
ㅁ The tree's limbs droop down, under the weight of the world... or maybe some rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
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ㅁ Well! I have never... seen the sky open up wide... seen a real angel...
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Clouds: solid shades of gray forming masses that dwell in the sky like philosophers.
– a tetractys.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.