ㅁ Birds announce attitudes with their strange songs. It's enough to wake you up each morning.
– a tetractys.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #2798 “From the west”
ㅁ Unexpectedly, the wind crafted some white crests on the waiting sea.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2797 “He got up”
ㅁ Sunday's "Don't do list": Don't bring up resurrections that never happened.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2796 “Nothing to see here, move along”
ㅁ Darn. Woke up, feeling pleased, poem ready! But then I forgot to write it down. Sad.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2795 “Team effort”
ㅁ Ducks, afloat, biding time, awaiting peers... then they can all swim to the other side.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2794 “What does time offer?”
ㅁ Time offers solace, or perhaps it's just staleness... are they different?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2793 “The final resting place”
ㅁ Once, driving across North Dakota, I crashed into a butterfly. At the time I didn't know, but later, stopped for gas, its beautiful corpse hung there limply: the bumper gave it rest.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2792 “The presentation”
ㅁ The clouds duly presented themselves for our cursory inspection. Their shapes and colors and lines manifested, dreamlike: a painterly view, as if brushstrokes had been drawn across air.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2791 “Make some noise”
ㅁ Some birds showed up here in the tree past my window and made lots of noise.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2790 “Don’t read this”
ㅁ Sunday's "don't do list": don't write a rant about roads that no one will read.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2789 “A moment’s rest”
ㅁ The seagull sat, fat and round and white, as if a short break from eating might perhaps be justified; perched on the metal arch over the wood dock, watching the world, witnessing sun, sea, trees.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2788 “Heavy machinery’s hubris”
ㅁ The road inspired negativity: those potholes cruelly covered by hubristic gravel loads, spread by excavators and dim road graders, up and down slopes... the buried potholes wait.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2787 “Things seen before dawn”
ㅁ The moon's disk peered down through the trees, lapping at their ragged branches, like an over-eager dog. A wind shifted the trees; the moonshadows danced and drew patterns on the wall. So I watched.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2786 “Dread”
ㅁ Hearing the birds begin their strange songs outside my lair's attic window, heralding an early spring, I'm filled only with dread. Spring is not my thing. The elderly awaken... impose tasks.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2785 “Mythical origins”
ㅁ The world started flat, but through the epochs, it aged, becoming a sphere.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2784 “An epilogue to an untold tale”
ㅁ The road was long, the sun did shine, it seemed spring had arrived. He sat to rest beside the road, surprised he had survived.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2783 “Additional advice”
ㅁ Today's "don't do list": Don't go to work on Sunday. Don't struggle with work.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2782 “Not yet”
ㅁ Apropos yesterday's reflection: Arthur and I skyped with my mom. "You doing anything fun?" she asked him, just to talk. His answer: "Not yet." Seventy-nine... maybe time to have fun.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2781 “Caregiving to my uncle”
ㅁ Living with Arthur and maintaining any peace of mind is quite hard. These days, he's like his father: obdurate resentment and pessimism, unwavering, flavored with false cheer.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2780 “Metaphor”
ㅁ This here metaphor, pointlessly accessible, is a fantasy.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2779 “Simile”
ㅁ Like a simile, these words have a role to play, but no one hears them.
– a pseudo-haiku. This is one of those rare daily poems that essentially appeared in my mind already fully-formed at my moment of awaking.
Caveat: Poem #2778 “Hours of geologic time”
ㅁ The temporary glacier out there, made of snow and ice and chilled mud, is gradually unmade by the visitations of churlish raindrops, by the mad gusts of dumb wind. The yard clears...
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2777 “Above”
ㅁ down the steps snow-laden to the hollow with fallen branches where the treehouse stairway provides access to the space damp with the rain and melting snow suspended there among greenery
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2776 “Ephemerality”
ㅁ the atmosphere teems with sadnesses exhaled by all the aimless ghosts that populate the margins of our bland perceptions but when confronted fade right away like vapor rising up
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2775 “Null statement”
ㅁ Right now, there's nothing I can think of to write, here, so you will see this.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2774 “Around”
ㅁ There's this inertia. The mind just does these small loops. Nothing gets done.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2773 “That strange custom”
ㅁ The light comes early enough these days, that I can make coffee, breakfast, by the light from the window. But that will change again, next week, when the change - daylight savings - strange custom... remakes night.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2772 “The lurker”
ㅁ The road was covered in snow and ice. I'd decided on a short walk. I had no specific plan. The snow crunched underfoot. The light was purple. A pothole lurked, under snow... ate my foot.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2771 “The present moment”
ㅁ Walking from the car... the snow crunches. Late dusk: the road is lit purple. I like when it gets this cold. Mortality flavors unrepentant air and I know, then: what matters: only: now.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2770 “A teller of tales”
ㅁ My life as a ghost has ups and downs. I don't always haunt as I'd like. Some days, people can see me. The insist I talk and join discussions, tell anecdotes. What's this ghost, sharing tales?
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2769 “Epistemological anxieties”
ㅁ what if words enchained made the whole world and what if we perceive patterns what if knowledge isn't real and what if we know things what if it's a dream and what if thoughts what if not and what if
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2768 “And then I woke up”
ㅁ I was detained by authorities at a surreal border crossing, where they demanded my phone - oddly, not my laptop. I stood between them, two guys speaking strange language. Such are dreams.
– a nonnet.
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Caveat: Poem #2767 “The great journey”
ㅁ The raven set out, across the wide parking lot, preferring to walk.
– a pseudo-haiku.