ㅁ the blueberry shrub outside the kitchen window has turned bright purple
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #2993 “The online life”
ㅁ blog or not... emptiness receives wisdom: the bodhisattvas don't go online much
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2992 “The crash at Eden”
ㅁ the sneaky snake entered the garden hopped up on his self-deceptions like a chatbot on prozac and gave his wanton pitch elevator-style to the kids there this one girl succumbed crashed
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2991 “Submission”
ㅁ The wind whipped rain, and caused a feeling: a vague, pathetic fallacy took hold of me, and left me reeling. The storm pushed rain, and gave a feeling: nostalgia gripped, my soul was dealing, bowed down to nature's papacy. The storm pushed rain, and gave a feeling: a vague, pathetic fallacy.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2990 “Outward”
ㅁ there's no sense of rest no respite from nagging guilt sleep is all that's left
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2989 “Surrender”
ㅁ Lately I hate life. I feel nothing anymore. Why do I bother?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2988 “It’s possible this poem has no name”
ㅁ I made secret, unknowable poems. Crafted with pure banalities, they occupied remote screens, distant from daily life. These were words for fate: disquisitions against time; perfect rants.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2987 “Unrecorded events”
ㅁ with rain, came dragons, who all coiled in the treetops supervising sleep
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2986 “Around the corner”
ㅁ doom impends portended coming along well it's just this feeling you get sometimes
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2986 “Precepts beyond history”
ㅁ rain came this weekend filled the downhill-rushing creeks turned over some stones
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2985 “Antumnos”
ㅁ The otherworld unleashed its dogs; they chased us through the timeless trees. We fled and jumped those ancient logs. The otherworld unleashed its dogs. We fell and tasted moss and bogs. The murky water grasped our knees. The otherworld unleashed its dogs; they chased us through the timeless trees.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2984 “Reason to not”
ㅁ "No time like present" - except all those other times that were just like now.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2983 “The old house, again”
ㅁ I dreamed that Arthur became possessed by some remodeling demon. So while I was gone at work, He began adding things - random additions - to his odd house: stray basements, towers, leaks.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2982 “In praise of the banal”
ㅁ Banality is worthy stuff: it centers things, and pulls the fringes back from fevered dreams, it moderates the fools.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2981 “Zzzap!”
ㅁ Twenty years later, I still get "brain zaps" sometimes. Yay SSRIs.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2980 “Grounded beside the parking lot”
ㅁ Wind rushed through, bashed the walls of our building. The structure creaked like an old sailing ship.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2979 “Eightieth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon never could disregard signs showing conspiracies, visable lines, tracing connections between sundry groups. Gazing at traffic, she pondered these loops.
– a quatrain in a dactylic tetrameter. A nonsequential snapshot into a fictional being’s life.
Caveat: Poem #2978 “Cartesian contemplations”
ㅁ I try to think about my brain, but thing comes to mind, it seems. Perception stops outside, it's plain. I try to think about my brain. The soul and body split in twain. A language rules inside, in streams. I try to think about my brain, but thing comes to mind, it seems.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2977 “At the 62 Pit”
ㅁ Last night, driving home I noticed the sun setting out over the sea.
– a pseudo-haiku. (The “62 Pit” is an actual place-name in my town.)
Caveat: Poem #2976 “Prisoner of conscience”
ㅁ My brain is captive, imprisoned in a hard skull... limited options.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2975 “After the equinox”
ㅁ The mornings are dark again these days. I nurse my coffee at my desk, the window just a black frame. Daylight has retreated. Fragments of rain tap. A truck trundles. Seagulls cry. Moments pass.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2974 “These past few weeks”
ㅁ Slowly, over time, I become more and more tired, until I must sleep.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2973 “An autumnal commute homeward”
ㅁ Like craters on the moon raindrops appear on the car's windshield like a map of moments a distribution of dreams with patterns instantly erased by the laconic windshield wipers.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2972 “Annunciation”
ㅁ the treehouse hung. the tappings of the rain: a safe sound, plain, cloud-drainings, wet branches' world worshippings.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #2971 “A minor gladness”
ㅁ The summer's nearly ended: yay. I'm glad when summer's mandate's done. You know: you see the shortened day. The summer's nearly ended: yay. The endless tasks have gone away. The night, its moon, that's now the one. The summer's nearly ended: yay. I'm glad when summer's mandate's done.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2970 “The plan”
ㅁ they say death is real, but we must deceive ourselves: be fake immortals.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2969 “Reactive”
ㅁ easy: do nothing wait for events to impel but then take action
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2968 “Replacement”
ㅁ ...joyfully displaced from the places I've been placed by fate or fortune.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2967 “Morning chores”
ㅁ The only problem with the sun rising later... I think there's more time.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2966 “Semiotic propagation”
ㅁ Tales demand retellings, mental reviews, else they will acquiesce to entropy.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2965 “A pilgrim’s progress”
ㅁ Well, I'm glad that's over now. This aging... always getting older, how? ...furrowed brow.
– an englyn cil-dwrn .
Caveat: Poem #2964 “A clichéd ode to a muddy road”
ㅁ The years fall down like drops of rain. And soon you're just a muddy road. You learn to overlook the pain. The years fall down like drops of rain. You write cliches, the words are plain, 'Cause life deserves an aimless ode. The years fall down like drops of rain. And soon you're just a muddy road.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2963 “A vorpal haiku”
ㅁ Fentwithe, he dysbawked, impormevisly dehonged, abrue maffended.
– a pseudo-haiku. This poem is nonsense, in the style of Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky. But to be clear, much of my internal monologue is like this.