ㅁ Slug. Westbound. Ambitious. Or just hungry. Slow.
– a “lanterne” cinquain.
Category: Cinquain
Caveat: Poem #2578 “The Demiurge”
ㅁ labor attached to land real-life geofiction machines to move the stones and dirt change things
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2577 “Zombie banality”
ㅁ future was arriving like a dim sleepwalker devoid of useful agency but real
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2569 “Climate description”
ㅁ Summer in rainforest: still quite a bit of rain, with a few dry days here and there; trees' smile.
– an cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2546 “What’s in the garden?”
ㅁ greenhouse with cucumbers and exactly two beets also there is some nice lettuce that's all
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2545 “Our place”
ㅁ the world is very small like a tiny pebble found lying there beside the road ignored
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2544 “Words in memory”
ㅁ Disjoint and fragmented all the meanings splayed out irreconcilable chaos language.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2543 “Low clouds”
ㅁ Dryness is relative: here in our rainforest, a "drought" involves lots of drizzle, damp days.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2540 “In the mirror”
ㅁ the words failed to engage and instead just hung there like a poorly wrought metaphor: banal
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2531 “Making do”
ㅁ cut off from convenience from civilization from banal madness -- here on this island
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2530 “Progress”
ㅁ A slug made quick progress across the gravel road, but "quick" is a relative term: time passed.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2520 “Retrospective”
ㅁ Never reconsider impulsive decisions; you might end up feeling there'd been... mistakes.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2519 “Gravity”
ㅁ drizzle flavored the day, like a mist so heavy that it was drawn to the earth's stones: strong clouds
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2506 “Causes, effects”
ㅁ some wind caressed the sea motivated the trees caused the birds to alter their plans made waves
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2505 “The hermit”
ㅁ Some days when I wake up, I feel anti-social. I don't want to deal with people. No words.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2504 “Autonomous cartography”
ㅁ The map as it's rendered shows the territories unbounded by reality; set free.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2498 “Tokens”
ㅁ some books on my bookshelves have not in fact been read they represent aspirations vague plans
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2497 “Spruce tips”
ㅁ spruce tips pale green needles bunched up, like tree-fingers each one pointing outward, groundward, from trees
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2496 “Overheard tweets”
ㅁ some birds log in, mornings, and make declarations, many repetitive statements, all day
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2495 “And then I woke up”
ㅁ in dreams there's a soundtrack fragments of ancient songs incoherent intrumentals which fade
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2492 “As words will do”
ㅁ short words can seem easy but longer words stretch out unexpectedly extensive precise
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2491 “Robins”
ㅁ Robins everywhere: hopping across the road, making noises among the trees, being.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2479 “Heatwave”
ㅁ sudden summer-like temps and a bold, glaring sun wilted my young broccoli plants... life's hard
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2478 “The deal”
ㅁ the trees made a bargain with the chthonic powers: you'll feed us well, and then later, we'll die
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2477 “Don’t forget me”
ㅁ blooming forget-me-nots Alaska's "state flower" spontaneously appearing right here
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2473 “Did I plant that?”
ㅁ Some plants which put up sprouts in the greenhouse's dirt have remained unidentified. Some weeds?
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2467 “Concretization of the a priori”
ㅁ city: full of nouns, verbs... all parts of speech deployed for some discursive purposes; made real.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2458 “A decision”
ㅁ Raven spiralled downward surveying the parked cars and chose a black truck to land on, content.
– a cinquain.
#Poetry #Cinquain
Caveat: Poem #2457 “The natural evolution of things”
ㅁ The sun, in the morning, gave way to clouds, later, which then switched to spitting strong wind, and rain.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2452 “The neighborhood improvement association”
ㅁ This guy with a machine came along our dirt road and hacked down many shrubs and trees. Un-treed.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2451 “A small mammal experiences regret”
ㅁ The mouse in the greenhouse dug up my planted seeds. Annoyed, I put a trap in there. Sad mouse.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2450 “The travails of retail”
ㅁ "It's dead - no customers," I told my coworker. She felt bad for me, so she bought something.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2449 “The process of composition”
ㅁ Formless thoughts drift like clouds, congeal into phrases, and then appear on blank screens. Easy.
– a cinquain.