ㅁ having been in the army; times like these: discipline, freeze, just agree, exhaustion seethes in me
– an englyn penfyr.
Category: A Daily Poem
Caveat: Poem #2943 “The small lamp on the table”
ㅁ With August not yet over, now, a fall-like day arrives, as rain. The light has changed. I'm not sure how. With August not yet over, now, it's like a pause in time. The tao of things; the seasons shifting, vain. With August not yet over, now, a fall-like day arrives, as rain.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2942 “Saṃsāra”
ㅁ Forest demons watch time's debilitating wheel and they gloat, with joy.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2941 “Getting there”
ㅁ A slug was westbound near the water cistern's base. A mindful commute.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2940 “Indeterminacy”
ㅁ short's better... fewer words... well, maybe more: you got things to say... so just make sentences, or run-on masses of text, sesquipedalian rhythms, even wax poetic if you can.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2939 “Cope”
ㅁ overwhelmed, day to day... zoom in on particulars, and just try to cope
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2938 “Entreaty”
ㅁ "Rain!" "Soon, now." "We need it." "The gods know this." The man lowered supplicant hands, resigned.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2937 “The map was my loyal companion”
ㅁ The map has abandoned me. Or maybe, alternately, set me free, but it leaves me so lonely.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #2936 “The self-made man”
ㅁ No time like now for dull despair, for setting up bland rationales. We architect our disrepair. No time like now for dull despair. Our moodiness disturbs the air, our monologues destroy morale. No time like now for dull despair, for setting up bland rationales.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2935 “A dog’s error in judgement”
ㅁ The bear decided to head off west. I watched her pass by on the road. I saw a dog following. So they met each other, out along the road. And then the dog, looking scared, ran east, fast.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2934 “Alternate definition”
ㅁ so. these words don't mean what you think they really mean. instead, they just fade.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2933 “Woke up, and then…”
ㅁ It's four forty-one, so early in the morning: unmotivated.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2932 “Rage against too much light”
ㅁ I'll be happy when the sun is gone. Summer here disagrees with me. It's plagued with obligations. Too many visitors. Chores around the house. Social neighbors. I'm annoyed. Lazy: Guilt.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2931 “Along the road while driving home”
ㅁ white flashes from the leaves of the alders as wind suddenly omens season's change
– a tetractys.
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.