ㅁ the robots came and set up shop, they told their stories too. the people asked them questions then... got answers, sometimes true
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Category: Ballad
Caveat: Poem #2391 “Young trees in little pots”
ㅁ I bought some trees by internet. They got here just last week. I put them in some little pots. I watch the pots: they leak.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2366 “Down on the shore”
ㅁ The night consumed the day's concerns, and dreams piled up like stones, that tumbled down on ocean shores, collecting there like bones.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2365 “January”
ㅁ The winter came and dropped some snow, and ice formed on the road. But then the season took a break: a month of rain bestowed.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2351 “The apocalypse of the month”
ㅁ The end is nigh and people fear we've messed it up - oh no! But maybe we could notice that the past was that same show.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2341 “The view from the second floor window”
ㅁ The rails bestrode the busy street; the trolley made its way. The lake beyond was torn by wind: a sketch drawn green and gray.
– a quatrain in ballad meter. The setting here is the imaginary city of Ohunkagan, in the Ragged Point neighborhood south of downtown.
Caveat: Poem #2338 “The loyal opposition”
ㅁ The clouds remained: they'd things to do. The sea had sent them here. The trees composed a welcome song, opposing all that's clear.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2283 “The moonlit sea”
ㅁ The moon was big and oddly shaped: three-quarters full, a lump. It hung out over islands, there: the mountain just a bump.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2278 “Gifts from the sky-gods”
ㅁ the mud appears outside my door it's crafted from above I recognize its provenance the clouds are showing love
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2276 “Pilgrimage”
ㅁ The winter comes here in slow steps with each step made of wet. The only thing that moves in steps: each night is colder yet.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2259 “Signal-to-noise”
ㅁ Communication works like this: I speak my thought out loud, then he decides what I have said within his mind's closed shroud.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2253 “Huff”
ㅁ The dog was wishing she could run all up and down the road, but I restrained her with the leash... she huffed and bore the load.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2178 “No so smart”
ㅁ I dreamed that I was Elon Musk, in jail for doing fraud; a silly judge passed sentence then: "He'll go to space, abroad!" They put me on my rocket ship along with certain staff; I'd brought my markers and a mug, I knew I'd have last laugh. We set course for my favorite spot, that planet over there; "To Mars!" I said, "we'll start anew!" But I'd forgot: no air.
– three stanzas in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2158 “The path taken”
ㅁ I took a road, abstractly lost, awaiting clarity; instead I wandered aimless paths, pure angularity.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2145 “Beginning or end of a story”
ㅁ The sun has cast its glances down upon the fishy seas and lit the dust of narrow roads and mirthless, earnest trees.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2123 “Unmotivated”
ㅁ The day presented tasks to do, and some of them got done; but in the end I noticed more the clouds yield to the sun.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2079 “What the trees saw”
ㅁ Today the sun came, took the snow, the trees were quite relieved 'cause yesterday they'd seen a lot: in April, who'd believe?
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2078 “Visitation in white”
ㅁ The salmonberry bloom had come to celebrate the mood of spring's return along the road; the snow did not feel good.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2077 “The goose’s burden”
ㅁ I saw a goose down in the sea, it seemed to swim with verve, but on its back a load of snow seemed to get on its nerve.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2076 “A for effort”
ㅁ The birds attempted happy songs to celebrate the spring, but still the winds blew rain and sleet and wrecked the whole darn thing.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2075 “Craig weather”
ㅁ The wind in town was strong today, it spun the dust around; the snow was blowing sideways too, but failed to reach the ground.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2072 “So long”
ㅁ In April you would think that snow had finished with its song, but here it seems that winter goes, and goes and goes so long.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2051 “Grr”
ㅁ I walked along my path today and gave the plants a glare so mean that in the end they fell back, seemingly aware.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2045 “Toward epistemic heat death”
ㅁ "If you are a divergentist, you hold that the social-cognitive universe is expanding towards an epistemic heat death of universal solipsism, and you are at peace with this thought." - Venktash Rao when epistemic death heat comes the universe will end amid an endless chattering of apophenic trends
– a quatrain in ballad meter, on a philosophical topic that piqued my interest.
Caveat: Poem #2044 “No dog”
ㅁ no dog preferred to just sit still no dog would contemplate no dog could ever be a sage no dog can self-sedate
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2043 “A dog”
ㅁ a dog will bound along the road a dog will dance and twist a dog will gnaw the leaning trees a dog will taste the mist
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2033 “Compositional context”
ㅁ My window is a darkened square where ghosts can hide and lurk; the night outside is made of snow and inside, here, I work.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2032 “Release of electrical spirits”
ㅁ The breaker'd waited long enough to let out wisps of smoke; electrons came, electrons went, and in the end it broke.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2031 “Behind the mountain”
ㅁ The sun was in the sky all day but hid behind the trees and all the same the air was ice embittered by a breeze.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2030 “Arabesques”
ㅁ The frost arrived and settled down, and plotted out its plans, drew diagrams and detailed maps across cold wood in spans.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2029 “Premonition”
ㅁ I once believed I'd live so long and basically I have... But as my life goes on and on I think more of my grave.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2027 “Darn”
ㅁ The tree had done its best to live including growing roots; but then the wind had whipped along and broke its attributes.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2026 “Anchorite”
ㅁ Just off the Port Saint Nick Road, here, my hermitage resides among the trees where cars can't go my dampened spirit hides.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.