ㅁ white flashes from the leaves of the alders as wind suddenly omens season's change
– a tetractys.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #2930 “Realization”
ㅁ The silence captured the day, subdued it. Up here I sit, in dismay. I realize I've lost my way.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #2929 “When the storms come”
ㅁ I love it when the storms pull in, they swing around the point and park their blowy winds, like ghostly grin... I love it when the storms pull in, the trees' broad branches dance and spin and whitecaps thrash the predawn's dark... I love it when the storms pull in, they swing around the point and park.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2928 “Lost in the wilderness”
ㅁ feeling desperate disappointment a seething mass of frustration just put on a happy face fake it till you make it delete that bad app ignore the signs go to sleep next day breathe
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2927 “POEM”
ㅁ I YELL A LOT NOW, WHEN I'M AT HOME ANYWAY: LIVE WITH SOMEONE DEAF
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2926 “The view from inside”
ㅁ the disconnect isn't just deafness... but rather, jumbled perception, all the words get entangled maybe like unlearning the language you knew so that you're lost like tourists adrift lost
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2925 “That which transpired while I slept”
ㅁ Dreamed: phone call from my mom, and she complains, and complains some more, and then she announces her impending departure to another distant planet; I say goodbye but she ignores me.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2924 “Loss of meaning”
ㅁ Fog rolled in before dawn, chewed on the trees, obscured the meaning of the rocks and sea.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2923 “Unwinnable”
ㅁ A dream: I argued, angry, frustrated. The sky turned red - sympathy: gods agree.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #2922 “A dawn in early August”
ㅁ A Sunday came, all wan and dull, the sky was clear, the ridge turned gold. The dawn assaulted winds at lull. A Sunday came, all wan and dull, the tide was in, the bay was full. The sea was still and, always, cold. A Sunday came, all wan and dull, the sky was clear, the ridge turned gold.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2921 “Reflections on the act of composition”
ㅁ "Well that was lousy," I mused, reading the haiku. "Still. It's out there, now."
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2920 “On just getting on with it”
ㅁ "I should write a poem," I told myself. Then I said, "I've done it before."
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2919 “The career so far”
ㅁ work consumes all my time fails to reward it's just a treadmill of dull challenges
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2918 “How far is it to town?”
ㅁ ... and as the crow flies (yes! i've seen the crow flying) it's about 4 miles
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2917 “Composition”
ㅁ Outside the kitchen window, blueberries: green shrubberies slowly grow, slugs below.
– an englyn cil-dwrn .
Caveat: Poem #2916 “The mad cartographer”
ㅁ The map was full of features, all made up. O map maker, stop: such teachers... such creatures.
– an englyn cil-dwrn .
Caveat: Poem #2915 “The dog in the machine”
ㅁ Computers often fail to work. The ghost inside is dumb as rocks. The dull machine is just a jerk. Computers often fail to work. And when they do, that's like a perk. It's unexpected: dog that talks. Computers often fail to work. The ghost inside is dumb as rocks.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2914 “Burdens”
ㅁ The tree's limbs droop down, under the weight of the world... or maybe some rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2913 “Never seen”
#Poetry #Haiku #Senryu
ㅁ Well! I have never... seen the sky open up wide... seen a real angel...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2912 “Important developments”
ㅁ When the tide came in rocks were covered with water. Then the tide went out.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2911 “Career moves”
ㅁ Clouds: solid shades of gray forming masses that dwell in the sky like philosophers.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2910 “A desire to escape”
ㅁ A tiny bird appeared in the house. I'd had the big shop door open, so it easily could have entered, gone exploring. Now it was banging its head against the windows. Let me out!
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2909 “A sigh on a boat”
ㅁ the boat presented some frustrations: launching it required winch repairs; then, electrical problems... was there a broken switch? or dead batteries? under the clouds, five AM, I sigh... sit.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2908 “Halfway through a sentence”
ㅁ As I am talking to the man... then up he gets. He leaves the room. Attention issues steal his plan. As I am talking to the man... dementia makes so no words scan. My uncle's brain has met its doom. As I am talking to the man... then up he gets. He leaves the room.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2907 “Winch thing”
ㅁ The boat ramp winch thing is demanding some repairs. I must MacGyver...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2906 “On cucumbers”
ㅁ sometimes cucumbers are just nice, green cucumbers other times, they're not
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2905 “Maybe I could find something to eat”
ㅁ The raven on rocks, does some grooming under wings, pauses, looks around.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2904 “The Wet Eagle’s Observations”
ㅁ Can anyone fail to notice the rains' return? - Not that wet eagle.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2903 “Time’s entanglement”
ㅁ The leaf plummeted, torn off by the wind and rain, prefiguring Fall.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2902 “Trends in observation”
ㅁ A dull yellow glow touched heavy clouds. Without rain, still the ground was wet. Birds entertained each other. Morning turned time's old gears. A fish broke the sea. Green water rolled. Small waves moved. Trees swung. World.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2901 “From deep inside the end of days”
ㅁ I was happily starving myself, when friends and family took charge. I was robbed, I tell you, robbed! My freedom surrendered. My resentment grew. It's just not fair. Leave me be. Assholes. Fools.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2900 “Inappropriate wailing and gnashing of teeth”
ㅁ I am unhappy. Responsibility sucks. There's no solution.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2899 “The superior being”
ㅁ An eagle lurked on the metal arch, that framed the dock by the green sea, waiting for food to appear. "Tweet," I said to the bird. The bird ignored me, but in moments, saw something, leapt up, swooped.
– a nonnet.