ㅁ My past appears in fragments in my brain but fades like ghosts the moment I look close.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Category: Blank verse
Caveat: Poem #1742 “Fate”
ㅁ A seagull ponders fate - but pondering, for such a bird, is little more than sleep. Instead, it tastes the sea-thick, rainy air, and cleans its feathers, witnessing dull dawn.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1659 “The parable of the washer(s)”
ㅁ I found a washer in my pocket, and... my thought was that I should remove it quick. Because in fact to leave it lurking there would make for problems when I washed my pants. The washer would escape and bang around, a fearsome thing would then occur, no doubt: the thing would bounce and dance across the floor... a washer wrecked by washers getting washed.
– some lines in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1571 “Spirited eagle”
ㅁ Some ravens and an eagle jumped to flight along the road to town, as if at play. The eagle fled ahead and found a tree, and perched there calmly looking down, askance. I saw the eagle's breath rise up like steam. I'd never seen that, till that morning's trip.
– six lines in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1512 “Litter”
ㅁ I find these things just lying in the road: a spring, a rope, a can, a metal bar.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1511 “Self-improvement”
ㅁ The cormorant was glancing up, askance, distrusting land-based creatures' doubting stares. A movement spooked the bird. It gave a cry, and squawking, flapped away to find a fish.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1510 “Ominous”
ㅁ A week has passed with only sunny days; this morning dawned with overcast, dull skies.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1509 “Becoming animal”
ㅁ The raven watched me carefully and stared. She wondered if I'd scare her. I did not.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1502 “Retail anecdote”
ㅁ A boy announced he wanted three balloons. His mother bought them, and they left the store. I saw the three balloons adrift in air, just twenty minutes later - trucks below. The mother came back in and heaved a sigh, and smiling, said, I need three more balloons.
– a short story in blank verse (iambic pentameter) about working in a small-town gift shop.
Caveat: Poem #1497 “Carbon cycle”
ㅁ The yellowness was from the smoke of fires that lurked and burned far to the south of here.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1496 “Keep a lid on things”
ㅁ "What summer? Why is that a thing?" they asked. "The sky is gray to keep things down," they said.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1495 “Reassurances”
ㅁ You know the world will balance out, they said. The rain will wash away your pain, they said.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1494 “Prepared”
ㅁ The dawn suggested new approaches. So, rebooting my computer, I could hope.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1493 “Distortions”
ㅁ The land and sea were blended into one. A mist was clinging to the darkling trees. Among the stones a boat's vague shape appeared. Or was it just a ghost? One couldn't know.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1492 “Illim’s origins”
ㅁ The desert claimed the generations' lives, but over time great cities took their shape. Arising from the flanks of hills they gleamed, declaring people's steadfast will to live.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter), about the aftermath of one of the many wars in the imaginary land of Illim, a small nation among many on the planet Rahet.
Caveat: Poem #1427 “The slugs protagonize yet another poem”
ㅁ The slugs arrayed themselves across the road displaying spots to trucks and cars that passed. They tasted leaves and stones and felt the rain, and dodged, with careful slitherings, their fate.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1417 “Finch”
ㅁ The finch decides to scale my window's screen and tilts its yellow stripes to left and right.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1414 “The ephemerality of stones”
ㅁ The stones compelled the sky to pull aside, besieging time itself and standing ground. But time had better plans: it had prepared for waiting out the stones, and pulled them down.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1407 “A planet devoid of flesh”
ㅁ The wind pushed waves against the rocky beach, and caused the sea to gnaw the planet's bones.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1401 “Fragmentation”
ㅁ No voice is heard among the waiting trees; Just birds who chat, and drunken, buzzing bees. But then a plane will cross the sky above, and split the day, and fragment all my thoughts.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter); the rhyme was unintentional.
Caveat: Poem #1374 “What can trying hurt?”
ㅁ Now tomatoes begin to sprout, so small: a bit of purplish fuzz along the leaves.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter). The tomato is 1/4 inch tall.
Caveat: Poem #1365 “Vanity publication”
ㅁ I placed my words upon this blog for all. Some people read, and others didn't care.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1357 “What lines will do”
ㅁ The lines had minds, expressed their deepest thoughts, and curved, and took the long way round to maps.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter)
Caveat: Poem #1354 “Anti-Chomskyan”
ㅁ And still my luck was green and colorless and dwelt among ideas like a ghost.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter). This obliquely references the famous Chomskyan composition which he used to demonstrate the distinction between syntactic well-formedness and semantic well-formedness.
Caveat: Poem #1350 “What the stones do”
ㅁ The stones deceive. They lie in wait. They sleep. A road goes past, and cars and trucks don't see.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1347 “The thing about these daily poems”
ㅁ The thing about these daily poems, you see, is sometimes they're alright, and sometimes not.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter)
Caveat: Poem #1346 “Winter’s not over yet”
ㅁ Again some snow has stippled frozen ground; again the sky broods gray and hides the sun.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter)
Caveat: Poem #1345 “Parataxis”
ㅁ With paratactic words, I shall proceed: the rain returns; I sip some coffee now.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter)
Caveat: Poem #1344 “Slow photons”
ㅁ The light lingers late, but the cold remains. There is a kind of lag from sun to warmth.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter)
Caveat: Poem #1343 “Unfinished business”
ㅁ The winter had unfinished business here. It tossed out falling flakes of snow with wind.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter)
Caveat: Poem #1341 “Fighting beasts”
ㅁ The ideologies began a feud, and stalked each other through the icy wood. They leapt small streams and danced from stone to stone, but failed to solve the wheel of human pain.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter)
Caveat: Poem #1340 “Weird is okay”
ㅁ Is Linux really weird as people think? I guess it is. My weirdness makes me glad.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter)
Caveat: Poem #1339 “Unexpected events”
ㅁ I pulled the baby tree up by its roots. I put it in the ground again nearby. The tree perhaps was stunned by such events. But life adapts to things. The rain still fell.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter)