ㅁ Light comes. I'll get one more - cup of coffee, that is. I generally do three cups, I think.
– a cinquain. It’s awfully quotidian for such a numerologically significant poem.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #2399 “Living life to the fullest”
ㅁ Dog walks. She stops, eats grass. She vomits, looks annoyed. Then Dog eats vomit, satisfied. Great life!
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2398 “As snow will do”
ㅁ Snow fell. It fell slowly. It fell like dull drizzle. It fell onto stones, trees and sea. Whiteness.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2397 “The shadowed earth mocks the sun”
ㅁ The sun attempted reaching down to touch a tree nearby. It stretched its arms to feel its strength... the ground ignored its try.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2396 “Gossip”
ㅁ this guy came in the store he just wanted to talk that's life in a small town i guess oh well.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2395 “The sun’s chilling gaze”
ㅁ It cleared. And then temps dropped. This is what happens here. Clouds are warmer than the sun's gaze. Exposed.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2394 “Because of the wind”
ㅁ still dark it's windy out tree branches whoosh and swing there's a sense of isolation what next?
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2393 “The drought that didn’t happen”
ㅁ It stopped. A few hours passed. The rainless sky was gray. But then the slow drizzle returned. Drought dodged!
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2392 “The new arrivals”
ㅁ the robots came and set up shop, they told their stories too. the people asked them questions then... got answers, sometimes true
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2391 “Young trees in little pots”
ㅁ I bought some trees by internet. They got here just last week. I put them in some little pots. I watch the pots: they leak.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2390 “Signs and omens”
ㅁ the sun came out briefly its bright reappearance left us all at a loss of words strange light
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2389 “An annihilation”
ㅁ perish my destiny remove possible dreams perish all my contemplations shut down
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2388 “A hypothetical language with only adjectives”
ㅁ described adjectival nice, understandable derivative, smooth, poetic simple
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2387 “Weather change”
ㅁ Colder. Crusts of dull snow. Glimpses of a clear sky. Clouds rendered in grays, pinks and golds. Sunset.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2386 “For possible utilization later”
ㅁ I found a sad, discarded washer lying in the grit of the road. It was a ring of iron blending in with the rocks. So I picked it up. You never know... you will need rusty things.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2385 “Idle geological accomplishments”
ㅁ each rock that you have kicked while walking down the road settles into its new moment and waits
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2384 “Dogthoughts”
ㅁ i want to eat that! but also too what is it? thoughts in a dog's mind
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2383 “An Hornopirén of the imagination”
ㅁ Rain and snow and more rain alternated as I drove homeward along the potholed road; I remembered other drives like that time I was in Chile: from Puerto Montt to Hornopirén.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2382 “A weekly ritual”
ㅁ Thursday is shopping day: we drive to town - the store - because of the senior discount... drive home.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2381 “The crunchy remnants of last night’s precipitation event”
ㅁ Last night it must have snowed. But some rain came after, and with morning, it was just ice. Crunchy.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2380 “Coexistence”
ㅁ Rainbows coexisted with a gray cormorant perched nimbly on the pier's railing, in wind.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2379 “No longer”
ㅁ I am, allegedly, a person who's patient. But I think that that's just an act. It fails.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2378 “Driveway quest”
ㅁ Slowly Slug made her way. The terrain was quite rough. Obstacles presented themselves. A quest!
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2377 “In the forest”
ㅁ The bear slumbered somewhere, deep inside the forest. Later, in spring, she'd cross the road. A plan.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2376 “On Patrol”
ㅁ Some ducks patrolled waters in the sea near our dock. It was clearly a group effort. Good work.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2375 “Carcasses”
ㅁ Eagle supervised bones, with a nonchalant air. She knew that they belonged to her. "All mine."
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2374 “Above the road”
ㅁ Raven made a circle using wings, and the air. She landed on a leaning tree. She watched.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2373 “Psychology”
ㅁ They said that the present is the best place to be. Try to exist in the moment, they said.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2372 “Historiology”
ㅁ They said the past is done. It's all immutable, and there's no point in dwelling there, they said.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2371 “Futurology”
ㅁ They said the future comes regardless of desires. Intentions make no difference, they said.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2370 “Sixty-ninth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon walked down the path in the wood, looking for signs of the past, if she could, hoping to find some small, relevant clue. No simple answers appeared. What to do?
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. The continuing saga of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #2369 “No comment”
ㅁ Silence. Talking is hard, always getting asked, "what?" 'Cause he forgets his hearing aids. "Nothing."
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2368 “Inaction”
ㅁ Thinking is just something that happens in a brain when some action seems uncalled-for: deep thought.
– a cinquain.