ㅁ He knelt down, worshipping the words themselves - a selfless act of epeolatry.
Category: Blank verse
Caveat: Poem #1337 “The road untraveled”
ㅁ No person walked that road bestrewn with holes, nor stumbled on the stones awaiting there.
Caveat: Poem #1332 “Ladderlove”
ㅁ His love of ladders overtook all else: Affections which beclouded reasoned thought.
Caveat: Poem #1331 “Ad hoc cartographies”
ㅁ The lines suggested forests, cities, roads. In fact they traced mere cracks in melting ice.
Caveat: Poem #1330 “The world alive with meanings”
ㅁ The wind attacked us in the afternoon while questing down the road to stretch its arms. The grayish skies were roiled with nature's doubts, and angry trees danced signs upon the hills.
Caveat: Poem #1329 “The concretization of mere words”
ㅁ A click - and so it was my book became not just a text onscreen, but paper stuff.
Caveat: Poem #1328 “Arboreal bureaucracy”
ㅁ The trees were gathered, put on lengthy lists, their reachings inventoried, nothing missed.
Caveat: Poem #1327 “Where the stars are”
ㅁ Before the dawn I saw the looming stars up north above the sleeping mountain there.
Caveat: Poem #1326 “Gilgamesh wrestles the bull”
ㅁ I wrestled mightily with my machine, in hopes of making websites great and small. The errors stayed the same despite my wants, and finally I slept and dreamed in code.
Caveat: Poem #1325 “A transitory trust”
ㅁ With dreams you trust the patterns that you see. The meanings thrust themselves across your mind. You wonder at the things appearing there. At last they fade and morning shakes your soul.
Caveat: Poem #1318 “The house, again”
ㅁ I dream this dream about a magic house that changes shape and shifts its placement too.
Caveat: Poem #1310 “Dissolution”
ㅁ We worked a while. Malicious rain annoyed. No sun appeared. Our spirits were dissolved.
Caveat: Poem #1309 “Jealousy”
ㅁ The beach was wide because the tide was out. An eagle had a fish so seagulls cried.
Caveat: Poem #1308 “A painting by Turner”
ㅁ A rainless dawn presents its colors, here, revealing whitecaps racing down the bay.
Caveat: Poem #1307 “Or cold coffee’s okay, too”
ㅁ My coffee's ready, waiting for me there. Now, can I not forget before it cools?
Caveat: Poem #1306 “The city as machine”
ㅁ The city's limbs were crafted stone and wood, extending out across the rolling plain. Thin vessels made of steel and copper wire assisted in connecting place to place.
Caveat: Poem #1305 “A metaphoric mess”
ㅁ I laid my metaphors to slowly dry. They dampened all the floor and stained my mind.
Caveat: Poem #1304 “A polaroid snapshot found in the ruins of Ur”
ㅁ Our knees were bent, our faces gazed, bemused. The table bore some cups, a bowl of fruit. Sumerian complaints escaped our mouths, but no one ever reached their statements' ends.
Caveat: Poem #1303 “The snow lacks conviction”
ㅁ The snow kept falling, failing, uselessly, barely blanking trees, melting on the ground.
Caveat: Poem #1293 “A hungry ghost”
The sun appeared and pierced the parting clouds. A melancholy thing consumed the wood.
Caveat: Poem #839 “Post mortem”
ㅁ So twenty blurry years ago today I made a try at dying: took some pills... instead became a ghost abroad. It stayed as if a dream had taken over this... this world, this life, this cold oneiric space. I found I could not stop my headlong trip because each trembling leaf I saw had grace. And finally, the ghost had found his will.
– some lines of blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #620 “Demonstrated wisdom at age 13”
ㅁ I put her there, in front of class. I said, "You're teacher - boss!" The boys in back were bad, They joked, and made the rudest sounds. She stood, With folded arms and grave aplomb and verve: "If you don't mind, I'd like to go on now." For all the world an old hand at these things. In fact she showed more wisdom than I do, In such soft voice, at such an age - thirteen.
– some lines of blank verse (iambic pentameter).