ㅁ civilization makes its efforts and tries hard but the trees will win
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: A Daily Poem
Caveat: Poem #778 “Summit”
ㅁ We hiked to the top of Sunnahae, which is the mountain behind Craig. The lower slopes were all logged, but higher, old trees grow, tangled with damp bogs until the ridge - all treeless - alpine grass.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #777 “Statements of true fact”
ㅁ The forest makes its own overarching assertions against human works.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #776 “Time, impelled by the tides”
ㅁ Sometimes in a day one grows older than in months watching the tide rise.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #775 “The sea’s tasks”
ㅁ The sea tugs at the cool stones, the ebb tide takes sticks to ride, floating bones of trees, groans.
– an englyn of some kind.
Caveat: Poem #774 “A dream’s detritus”
The dream, being a dream, unfolded,
leaving a twisted detritus
of disconnected visions
across the predawn’s glow,
until, looking up,
I blinked to see
– hovering –
a pink
cloud.
Caveat: Poem #773 “Some obstructionists “
ㅁ The trees present limbs which block my path and assail my uphill progress.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #772 “A difficult path”
ㅁ On dock in morning watch a crab through clear water grasping at the stones.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #771 “Not what was promised”
ㅁ It's not all rainbows; you see, there's also some rain. It keeps the trees green.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #770 “Interpretation”
ㅁ Heart and mind undertake to comprehend the patterns on maps, the skyward reach of trees, the traces left by raindrops, the secret yearnings of lost ghosts, but the wind's voice speaks only wishes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #769 “Exposure”
ㅁ The sea pulls away, and shows its slippery rocks, where some seagulls spin.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #768 “Microeconomics”
ㅁ Words can be traded, allowed to pile up like coins, like dead, orange leaves.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #767 “Democritus on the limbic system”
ㅁ Atoms of anger spin, flow, and amass themselves; then waves propagate.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #766 “Overload”
ㅁ Impossible tasks bloom like raindrops on water... but mornings are nice.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #765 “The field of battle”
ㅁ Fish Have fought - Even died - In these waters, That lie flat and smooth Or heap themselves like hills, Flashing blue or green in sun, Or dimpling false smiles under rain, Covering chthonic topologies.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #764 “News bulletin”
ㅁ My body reports that it still remains alive. The damp air is cool.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #763 “Indeterminate”
ㅁ Some faces appear within the dream, half shrouded by a flood of dust.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #762 “The extended forecast”
ㅁ I look out to see a future that's uncertain: chance of clouds and rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #761 “The temperate rainforest”
ㅁ Here in the southeast of the state of Alaska, it rains. It's raining.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #760 “Touchdown”
ㅁ the sun touches down on the dock below the house a minute past dawn
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #759 “A lateral career shift”
ㅁ So finally I depart this world: not to be a ghost, which I am, but to enter another, where the sea licks at stones, where the sun hangs low, where the roads end, farther north, with trees there.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #758 “Ambivalence”
ㅁ Vines bear fruit, entangle my stomping limbs, propose new pathways encased in greenery: nature's baroque digressions, which grant, with the singing bees, an ambivalent epiphany.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #757 “As cows will do”
ㅁ Introspective cows contemplate outstanding things and taste the fine grass.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #756 “Unfair combat”
ㅁ The sun's disk descends and gnaws at the ocean's waist; a droll sea twitches.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #755 “Prepared vocabulary”
ㅁ a thousand words for gray, all lined up beside my cup, on the day: empty play.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #754 “The forest’s envoys”
ㅁ the forest dwells below and sends up trees for the sky to caress with fog
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #753 “Home”
ㅁ We drove down the coast highway today escaping the dull pall of smoke and dropping down into fog weaving down one-oh-one seeing the great rocks tasting the sea retracing the way home.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #752 “The ashen light”
ㅁ there's a paling time a little bit before dawn when the ground is ash...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #751 “A spontaneous colloquy”
ㅁ a bird comments first then a chipmunk adds a thought morning's underway
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #750 “Astrology”
ㅁ Sun or moon or stars: gasping, grasping, bright tokens of elusive time.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #749 “The hum”
ㅁ Summer's crickets hum, their sound mounded around me like a coal-toned dome.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #748 “More than a suggestion, really”
ㅁ A bold thunderstorm rumbled through, suggesting plains sampling the parched earth
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #747 “Rough draft for an unfinished opus”
ㅁ Let there be a story now, enveloped in bland hope, words that allow knowing how.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.