ㅁ the wind will go on and leaves will struggle, strong, and the wind will go on
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ The story is a fairly good one - although somewhat implausible, since supposedly the guy was some god made human, with dad and son mixed; anyway, the tale makes wild claims about grace.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ food and talk; gathering for discourses and storytelling, the speakers taking turns, among reliable friends and their inquisitive children; outside, the cold night lays down hoarfrost.
– a reverse nonnet.
ㅁ the names that things have are not fixed, but rather drift unnamed, dawn happens
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ ice blue light fallen leaves chilling breezes paths made through fresh snow the frozen surfaces the tortured shapes of bare trees exuberances of night air enumerations of winter's wants
– a reverse nonnet.
ㅁ anxiety is nefarious creeping by secret passages asserting unlikely things discoursing about doubts taking possession so maybe just take a breath inhale sigh
– a nonnet.
ㅁ Fog and trees up the hill below the sky, which is well hidden, but peeks through, pink and gold; the trees' branches like brush strokes, uninvented ideographs, abstract characters drawn against white.
– a reverse nonnet.