ㅁ Sometimes I speak words that have no meaning at all. Still, I understand.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #3026 “Not a triolet”
ㅁ Lately on Sundays I will write a triolet, but today I won't.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3025 “He protesteth overmuch”
ㅁ What? Untrue. That's not me. I'm not like that. I'm perfectly fine. Other people get it. So stop all this crazy talk, when have I ever forgotten any single thing you've said to me?
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3024 “Emergent”
ㅁ i lie wide awake inscribed by these aimless dreams my mouth like parchment
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3023 “Possibly a metaphor for some psychological dynamic”
ㅁ the bridge barely burned but still, I left it behind charred but not ruined
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3022 “Just some words”
ㅁ But where... they? Up? Up? Yes, they, no the... no, the them. Them where? Oh, them there.
– a pseudo-haiku. Inspired by some interactions with a person with dementia, I tried to write a poem without nouns or verbs. So it’s one side of a conversation – the other side is unknowable.
Caveat: Poem #3021 “What gadgets need”
#Poetry #Tetractys
ㅁ "Beep!" Gadgets require words, small expressions of gadgetdom, spoken when I use them.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3020 “Revealed preferences”
ㅁ I prefer well-managed ignorance, all tame and cooperative. The rebel stupidity is really hard to bear. It's harder to care. Revolution: nerve-wracking anger, fear.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3019 “The peregrination”
ㅁ The plan was: travel southward, fast. So airplanes did their thing, and cars. The crowds were large; the city's vast. The plan was: travel southward, fast. The traffic's not to be outclassed: so many headlights - rushing stars. The plan was: travel southward, fast. So airplanes did their thing, and cars.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3018 “FAFO”
#Poetry #Nonnet
ㅁ The fa is over - now we face fo. Which is to say, simply: fa, fo. Or, having fa'ed, now we fo. It's like a litte song. One group sings the fa; the chorus, fo. Back and forth. Fa. Fo. Fuh.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3017 “Just to try it out”
ㅁ the monk chose his path though it led down into hell ascetic gestures
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3016 “The happy dance”
ㅁ A party was held my neighbors celebrating... they'd saved the nation!
– a pseudo-haiku. (Get out of your bubble – the victors sincerely believe they’ve delivered a blow against fascism.)
Caveat: Poem #3015 “The cairn-builder”
ㅁ of course it's only my opinion fear-the-other trumps compassion ignorance's bliss tastes best let's all catastrophize freedom weighs too much as a hermit i retreat pile up stones
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3014 “Instructions for a less fear-filled life”
ㅁ fear pours out from both sides unreasoning stop looking at the internet, you're fine
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3013 “A pilgrim’s progress”
ㅁ some wind came along and put whitecaps on the sea and made the trees swing
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3012 “Unbelievable savings!”
ㅁ The light was saved for half a year the sun, it goes along, it seems: we play with clocks, quite cavalier. The light was saved for half a year with so much light, things will be clear: no more of those annoying dreams. The light was saved for half a year the sun, it goes along, it seems.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3011 “Out the window, 9 AM”
ㅁ A seagull drifted afloat on the quiet sea while raindrops scattered.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3010 “FOMO”
ㅁ sometimes I wake up and think that I've missed something... hours lost to deep sleep
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3009 “Morning review”
ㅁ nights surpass the dull days... elegiac, oneiric transits across stochastic space, full of windings, ergodic retrogressions into instants that fade like aimless bursts of color
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3008 “Self-contained bird-objects”
ㅁ Seagulls meditate in white-blob form, just floating out on the water.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3007 “Ritual behavior”
ㅁ Boat lifted, put away nice and cozy, and sometime next spring it'll be relaunched.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3006 “Stop and smell the flowers”
ㅁ I keep getting lost in weird liminal spaces... can't find anything.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3005 “Political discourse”
ㅁ Regardless, texts will justify beliefs we hold ex ante, so... let's make a text, the words will fly! Regardless, texts will justify and warp our minds, we can't defy... our own unreasoned meanings flow. Regardless, texts will justify beliefs we hold ex ante, so!
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3004 “The most recent storm”
ㅁ the wind foretold rain the rain came then in great sheets assaulting the night
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3003 “Inertial conditions”
ㅁ having fallen down seemed best to just take a rest and get up later
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3002 “Refugees”
ㅁ Fall is the season when mice sneak in. The temperatures drop, outside. Everything gets rained on. Summer's berries are gone. The warm house beckons. What's not to like? Some crumbs left. It seems... Safe?
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3001 “A thing that happened”
ㅁ the Fall's first frost came, painted the dock and pier white; some ducks swam away.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3000 “A giant pile”
ㅁ so many banal poems accumulate... then there's a nice round number like this one.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2999 “Dream journal”
ㅁ I had a bad dream. I was so angry, I raged. I wrecked the gift store.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2998 “Fall’s flight”
ㅁ The seagull sat, observing things. The tide, the rocks, a swimming fish. A duck that ducked, some rippling rings. The seagull sat, observing things. I wonder if the bird might wish that Fall was slower with its wings. The seagull sat, observing things. The tide, the rocks, a swimming fish.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2997 “Eighty-first stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon stood by the side of the road... feelings were grim, and the gray skies had snowed. Nobody stopped to assist her. The cars kept zooming past with their tail-lights like stars.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #2996 “The discovery”
ㅁ Some crows found a truck, which was black, just like they were. They seemed to like this.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2995 “The full moon”
ㅁ Assertions of luminosity: the moon proffers her axioms. To wit: autumnal changes, after the equinox, include stormy gales, driving downpours, lost rainbows, blowing leaves.
– a nonnet.