ㅁ Some waterfowl swims: I want to call it a duck, but what do I know?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #3119 “Eighty-third stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon looked the world as it was. Deeply dismayed, she then wanted to pause. Stopping was out, though. Her enemies hunted. She watched the snow. Sighed. They'd all be confronted.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Part of the continuing stochastic snapshots from life of the fictional being, Kiamon..
Caveat: Poem #3118 “Not that much snow actually melted”
ㅁ A heatwave struck us. Temperatures rose, and snow? Some of it melted.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3117 “Descent”
ㅁ I have a kind of hypothesis: our slow descent into madness begins with ill-managed rage. Anger is turned inward and gnaws on the brain. Pathways are wrought or broken. No good's left.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3116 “Just fantasy”
ㅁ I think that if I wasn't bound here by confucian obligation (I speak slightly tongue-in-cheek) - if I was without ties - I'd once again move off overseas to somewhere with rules, calm.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3115 “Kitchen guest”
ㅁ In mid-winter the mice become bold. One was on our kitchen counter. She met my eyes and pondered this territorial invasion witnessed. "Please leave me now," she implored, "to my crumbs."
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3114 “Insomnolence”
ㅁ I have been sleeping badly these days. At two AM I jolt awake, and dreams scatter like stray cats. Then I remain alert for an hour or two. The dreams creep back, nestle close, demand time.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3113 “The drive to town”
ㅁ The road was coated in snow and ice. But the still air was cold enough that it was not slippery. Tendrils rose from the sea. On my drive to town, some ravens sat alongside watching things.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3112 “Colder”
ㅁ Snow ages, unmelted, sublimating, while the days and nights grow colder, colder.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3111 “Brain junk”
ㅁ I'm just uninspired too much junk occupying all of my poor brain
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3110 “Map of monotony”
ㅁ long drive rest areas stores and their parking lots fast food places with their drive-thrus same same
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3109 “Babble”
ㅁ minimalist words their meaning irrelevant just phonetic shapes
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3108 “Overview”
ㅁ I drove here and there. The mountains were snow-covered. I saw many trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3107 “Minimal effort”
ㅁ A non sequitur... Which is to say, these words here Seem to be random
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3106 “A very old story”
ㅁ the new government malice 卐rumps our compassion the boys trash the store
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3105 “Ghost found a new job”
ㅁ inside my failing dreams i lurked hidden and dead a ghost trapped in some twist of time watching
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3104 “Defining characteristic”
ㅁ I like languages - an idiosyncrasy that I've always had.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3103 “The objective”
ㅁ we were bound southward toward the damp oregon of our discontent
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3102 “Prospect”
ㅁ the morning is dark in a few hours, I'll travel... so much snow outside
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3101 “The reason this poem appears delayed”
ㅁ The power went out. Though I wrote this nice haiku, I could not publish.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3100 “A reaction to recent events”
ㅁ more snow... well actually a whole bunch of snow fell during the winter night... so: shovel
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3099 “Artistry”
ㅁ Some wind and driving snow illustrated the purplish dawn, which then washes the trees.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3098 “That’s all there is”
ㅁ this here daily poem... just not feeling much inspired. so you get this crap.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3097 “Back by the sea out my window”
ㅁ Some ducks headed west. They put down lines in water. Oops, now they're eastbound.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3096 “Epiphany by the graveyard”
ㅁ it may be the case that: the stories told by ghosts are: unreliable:
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3095 “A few kilometers south of Atherton”
ㅁ See, there's this one hill. And there's just one tree on it. I like seeing that.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3094 “To Australia”
ㅁ This old continent... an Eden, long broken, lost, ruled by burnt, wild men.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3093 “Driving along”
ㅁ They don't want to pass... tailgating you is more fun! - Australian mantra.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3092 “Continuity”
ㅁ The rain came down hard. I stared out at the courtyard. The world just keeps on.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3091 “Why bother”
ㅁ There is no right path Only wrong ones taken with... Equanimity.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3090 “Living in the present moment”
ㅁ The cows found the grass, passing through the open gate. They're not futurists.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3089 “A historical breakthrough”
ㅁ Civilizations run in circles, like chickens without their small heads.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3088 “Recent events”
ㅁ wallabies hang out at the top of the driveway they appear annoyed
– a pseudo-haiku.