ㅁ I forgot my lunch. It stayed waiting in the fridge. So I bought crackers.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #2366 “Down on the shore”
ㅁ The night consumed the day's concerns, and dreams piled up like stones, that tumbled down on ocean shores, collecting there like bones.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2365 “January”
ㅁ The winter came and dropped some snow, and ice formed on the road. But then the season took a break: a month of rain bestowed.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2364 “Just add water”
ㅁ Drip, drip: steady drizzle... water accumulates, saturates the cold rainforest, and flows.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2363 “The weather report”
ㅁ The wind pushed angrily at the sea, making citadels of water. The rain replaced low volume with a mad demeanor. The stream rushed along, water-filled. The gray clouds endured all.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2362 “A supervisory role”
ㅁ Raven drafted circles, despite the falling rain, ensuring order in the world through flight.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2361 “The important things are not left out”
ㅁ We discussed how life can be, on this island: how things are planned... we don't see results, just gravel and sea.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #2360 “As trees will do”
ㅁ The trees dream their dreamings disdainful of meanings taking all the time in the world to grow.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2359 “Beyond reproach”
ㅁ The trees remain aloof, both from judgment and doubt. Instead they ponder the sky's depth and dream.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2358 “Opacity”
ㅁ The trees and denizens of all my surroundings, anthropomorphized but opaque, alive.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2357 “The universal contract”
ㅁ The earth pulls us downward, embraces our dreaming with warm tendrils of gravity, and wins.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2356 “Morning tableau”
ㅁ Coffee getting cooler so I can take a sip. The sky outside completely dark, predawn.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2355 “Action in the moment”
ㅁ The dog had strong desires. Guided by her impulse, and the smells of each roadside spot, she pulled.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2354 “Unusually mild”
ㅁ December was cold, but lately the weather changed - it could be springtime.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2353 “Unfair illusions”
ㅁ I dreamed that I had insomnia. In the dream world, I lay awake. This was a difficult dream, as it made me feel tired; so that when I woke, it was as if I hadn't even slept.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2352 “The skeleton”
ㅁ The dog sniffed along and found a deer's skeleton down by the river
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2351 “The apocalypse of the month”
ㅁ The end is nigh and people fear we've messed it up - oh no! But maybe we could notice that the past was that same show.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2350 “Stop”
ㅁ A kind of stasis takes a hold of me sometimes... at which point I sit.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2349 “Sixty-eighth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon went out and into the wood hoping the time off would do her some good; but she discovered the ghosts living there, calling her name and distorting the air.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #2348 “An ancient tale”
ㅁ Rain challenged the trees, in alliance with the wind. The trees stood their ground.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2347 “Old habits”
ㅁ After many nights of heavy clouds, the moon appeared last night, glowing, out east over the river, above the chill mountains, illuminating tangled branches of old trees: winter's rest.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2346 “The spectator”
ㅁ The eagle watched me, wary but also half-bored, expecting I'd pass.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2345 “Two kinds of coffee”
ㅁ a winter's coffee is just like summer's coffee but drunk while it's dark
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2344 “The loyal companion”
ㅁ Pain is a constant haunting, it stays low... not really so bad, waiting to see... maybe it's fading.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #2343 “Irresolute”
ㅁ You'd think with the new year you'd do it: finally get stuff organized, start those important projects, even just clean your desk, or sort out that pile; by around five, new years day, you know: nope.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2342 “An agenda for the day”
ㅁ The day was like the rest: began with rain. I set aside my outdoor tasks for now, preferring labor making use of brain. But all the things to do: I don't know how.
– a rhymed quatrain in iambic pentameter.
Caveat: Poem #2341 “The view from the second floor window”
ㅁ The rails bestrode the busy street; the trolley made its way. The lake beyond was torn by wind: a sketch drawn green and gray.
– a quatrain in ballad meter. The setting here is the imaginary city of Ohunkagan, in the Ragged Point neighborhood south of downtown.
Caveat: Poem #2340 “As ghosts will do”
ㅁ The ghost visited. She never said anything. Mostly she just watched.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2339 “The unknowable cartographer”
ㅁ The map revealed the new road (or made it), a bold transit, so it showed the movement from node to node.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #2338 “The loyal opposition”
ㅁ The clouds remained: they'd things to do. The sea had sent them here. The trees composed a welcome song, opposing all that's clear.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2337 “Onomastics”
ㅁ Names are impossible spells in the world, quickly consumed by the wind where they're hurled, labels for things that we can't understand, fastened to randomly picked bits of land.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #2336 “Fruitless words”
ㅁ The haikus were thrown across the landscape like seeds but few set down roots
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2335 “A fragment of Mahhalian cosmology”
ㅁ wingsnake came dark, lighting and clouds and rain monkey and raven grinned and danced benevolent orca sailed the surrounding sea when monkey killed the wingsnake at deity encompassing darkness's garden tree the wingsnake was not dead but burrowed down the monkey was hunted, deity darkness was deceived by wingsnake monkey fled to the mountain raven made a plan with monkey but first needed orca's help trick orca into bringing the sun and they make humans from moss and discarded bones deity darkness is defeated but each year returns in the beginning the sea serpents had wings
– a free-form poem. I wrote this sometime around 2016 – it is an outline of some cosmological material for my imaginary world called Mahhal. I recently found it in some old notes (having forgotten about it).