ㅁ Language is utterly contingent. Meanings will coalesce sometimes, only to evaporate. Strings of sounds will remain, contours in the air. This bland babble entertains, flowers, fails.
– a nonnet.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #3168 “Eighty-fifth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon sighed. Things becoming quite dire. People were angry, the world was on fire. Still, she at least had the comfort of ghosts. Calm and assured, with their confident boasts.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Part of a never-ending series of randomized snippets from the life of a fictional being in a fictional world (which is to say, my novel-in-progress that refuses to actually ever progress).
Caveat: Poem #3167 “Falling asleep, and then”
ㅁ Those hypnagogic moments when the brain zaps flourish: not quite "zen"... I jolt awake, as if the gods had poked at me with cattle prods.
– a quatrain in iambic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #3166 “A decision has been made”
ㅁ I have many tasks, but I'd rather do nothing. So: procrastinate.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3165 “Caninity”
ㅁ Dogs and dogs live their lives along the road visiting and smelling the scenery.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3164 “What I think when I say ‘Enjoy the sunshine'”
ㅁ The sun is shining. The air is still quite cold, though. I prefer the rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3163 “Ideations”
ㅁ If I weren't bound here by commitments and duty, I'd re-emmigrate.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3162 “Events down the road”
ㅁ some birds swirled nearby tracing out their social plans feeling spring's approach
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3161 “The softness”
ㅁ the fool ruled the world with a fist of jelly no one could resist such mildness they lost
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3160 “Stasis”
ㅁ Inspiration lags; the world is overwhelming. So I read a book.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3159 “The scene in Hades”
ㅁ Other aimless ghosts declaim on the streetcorners regarding the end.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3158 “What the ghosts have”
ㅁ Oblivious days followed by long, dreamless nights, the ghosts have nothing.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3157 “Diagrammatic apocalypse”
ㅁ Lines spread out, overtake, rhizomatic, a diffusive planetary conquest.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3156 “Things I don’t want to do”
ㅁ Sunny days are when the air itself reeks of guilt, pale obligations.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3155 “The north window”
ㅁ Some fog on the trees, sweeping shapes with purple light, a predawn sky broods.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3154 “Aeromancy”
ㅁ Seven small raindrops hung on the stair window's glass, a premonition.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3153 “Time’s urgency”
ㅁ mountain: impossible distributions of snow reaching down to touch the dark trees... not spring
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3152 “Conclusions by the committee”
ㅁ Any reason, now? No, no justification. Just random, dumb stuff.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3151 “Eighty-fourth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon boarded the tram in the morning; No one had offered her much of a warning. Mist over snow, all half melted and gray, Slowly she started unfolding her day.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Part of a never-ending series of randomized snippets from the life of a fictional being in a fictional world (which is to say, my novel-in-progress that refuses to actually ever progress).
Caveat: Poem #3150 “Concept of a plan”
ㅁ even a haiku needs some plot development something that grabs you
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3149 “Soliloquy”
ㅁ Out in the gray rain I heard a bird saying stuff discussing spring plans
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3148 “Foundational myths”
ㅁ Long stories taking root in open minds... Narratives spread rhizomatically.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3147 “A failure at accumulation”
ㅁ It snowed all day long. But it didn't stick at all, the ground was too warm.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3146 “Contrary as a matter of principle”
ㅁ And then, the sun came. It was a bright, springlike day. I prayed for more rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3145 “The sky’s offering”
ㅁ some stray snowflakes fell littering the parking lot with rogue asterisks
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3144 “Challenges”
ㅁ the store's chaotic not the salesfloor, but the rest: storage areas
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3143 “A pi-day triolet”
ㅁ The number is like three, but more. It's calculated, goes around, but doesn't quite add up to four. The number is like three, but more. A circle's edge, some mathy lore, its science uses quite renowned. The number is like three, but more it's calculated, goes around.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3142 “Not so into sunshine”
ㅁ Dull drizzle: my preferred weather event. What does it mean that I'm hoping for it?
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3141 “Dismayed”
ㅁ Starting, the day feels good: there's an optimism, and the future feels full of plans... but then
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3140 “Pacific”
ㅁ a lavender dawn our alaskan dock, fresh snow, a sea: pacific
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3139 “Nothing to see here, move along”
ㅁ no, this ain't lyric it's just a vague pile of words without an anchor
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3138 “Time travel lite”
ㅁ I woke up in a distant future, displaced many hours from the norm. Well, a few hours, anyway... maybe only an hour... as if clocks had sprung their dull circuits: temporal spasm, leap.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3137 “The uprising”
ㅁ Then demons emerged from abysses, evaluating the landscape; they saw reasons to rejoice, and celebrate our doom; weak souls cannot fight; apocalypse is easy: take charge, rule.
– a nonnet.