ㅁ Spring annoys with its bugs and buzzing bees... it's like, "c'mon, world, really, this again?"
– a tetractys.
Category: A Daily Poem
Caveat: Poem #2811 “Raw qualia”
ㅁ No words can survive an assault by the weather. It's raw qualia.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2810 “An evaluation”
ㅁ Two ducks swam to the mouth of the creek. One duck was cleaning its damp wings. The other stood and walked out. It looked around the beach: gravel strewn with stones. Quite unimpressed, it turned back, swimming north.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2809 “Keeping watch”
ㅁ It was important to confront it: this morass of uncertainty, a density of fierce doubts so unprecedented that I no longer bothered to sleep but instead vigiled nights...
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2808 “How it works”
ㅁ The world insists on ignoring ghosts. This is to the ghosts' benefit. It frees them to haunt at will. They can hang, unnoticed. They can poke and prod, induce visions, alter things, visit, dance.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2807 “When is break time?”
ㅁ I just want to sit. I can read a book or draw. Otherwise, I'm tired.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2806 “Powerless”
ㅁ The power went out. I sat at work in the dark. Watched the parking lot.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2805 “Ripples in the sea’s surface”
ㅁ Some ducks at the dock... I'm not sure what they're up to. They're making ripples.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2804 “Snow-bow”
ㅁ The rain turned to snow. But the sun was out, shining. I saw a snow-bow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2803 “Purpose”
ㅁ The sun put in a dawn appearance, but by eight the clouds had returned. The illumination fades, and it becomes diffuse. The trees accept gloom, and meditate on purpose, on sky, earth.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2802 “The Love Boat”
ㅁ The dream was an intractable bog. I was working on a cruise ship. There were events for seniors. I spotted someone nearby - my stepmother's face. Then she was gone. A woman told me jokes.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2801 “Dominance”
ㅁ Clouds assert dominance in this locale by covering the sun and then raining.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2800 “Not Spring yet”
ㅁ Light arrives earlier and earlier... but last night we got some fresh April snow.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2799 “Attitudes”
ㅁ Birds announce attitudes with their strange songs. It's enough to wake you up each morning.
– a tetractys.
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.