ㅁ The raindrop made assertions on gravity's exertions and all the clouds' dispursions.
Category: Englyn
Caveat: Poem #2139 “Down on the beach”
ㅁ I went to watch by the sea, by the lumpy, bumpy sea, the surging, unsleeping sea.
Caveat: Poem #2138 “Naturalist poem”
ㅁ In the light of the morning I can see that it's raining and I watch the wind spinning.
Caveat: Poem #2122 “Misperception”
ㅁ Late at night there was a glow The sky was white, I thought: snow; it was just some fog, so... no.
Caveat: Poem #2121 “The sun is heavy”
ㅁ It is good the drizzle's back: under the sun's glaring track you feel the cooling cloud's lack.
Caveat: Poem #2119 “Apotheosis”
ㅁ I paused to look at a tree. The gravel road smiled at me. The potholes will set you free.
Caveat: Poem #2096 “Find what?”
ㅁ If you can find it, in fact, then you will know how to act, to compensate what you lacked.
Caveat: Poem #2093 “Instant day”
ㅁ Each morning leaps into place through a kind of dreamy space and a rigid, stony grace.
Caveat: Poem #2092 “Hope”
ㅁ The garden lay, ungrowing (damp, brown earth); it was a dearth of sprouting and a surfeit of waiting.
Caveat: Poem #2068 “The great southeast Alaskan drought of last Wednesday, from 1 to 4 PM”
ㅁ The drought lasted for three hours but at last came rain showers to water wilting flowers
Caveat: Poem #2054 “Awkward”
ㅁ I was a bug, crawling there, when, whoosh, I had a scare: water washed me down the stair.
Caveat: Poem #2016 “Universality”
ㅁ the weirdness of the banal extends even past nightfall to occupy a dreamt thrall
Caveat: Poem #2015 “Bad Code”
ㅁ My own software has some bugs my brain seems to be on drugs though it's just neurons like slugs
Caveat: Poem #2014 “Here in the rainforest”
ㅁ the rain and then more rain came not even the clouds bore blame instead everything stayed same
Caveat: Poem #2013 “Melting”
ㅁ I shovel paths through the slush. The rain on trees breaks the hush. Some snow slides down in a rush.
Caveat: Poem #2008 “The procedure”
ㅁ walk along behind the dog among the trees that grasp fog then record it for the blog
Caveat: Poem #2007 “In the lee of the mountain”
ㅁ The rain can bring windy days, but from the southwest. It stays calm right here where our house lays.
Caveat: Poem #1991 “Without striations”
ㅁ my mind was a flat expanse where only a few ghosts dance meditations left to chance
Caveat: Poem #1985 “Awaiting a program to run”
ㅁ The morning is not here yet. I cast about, thoughts a net, adrift, opinions unset.
Caveat: Poem #1969 “Bane”
ㅁ No, I'd rather it not rain. Snow is fine, with the moonshine. With the rain ice on the road is my bane.
Caveat: Poem #1956 “My corporeal hydrology”
ㅁ My body is full of blood. It races around, courses like a flood, rests at the edges like mud.
Caveat: Poem #1955 “So it wasn’t that bad”
ㅁ I drove on the icy road, going slow the potholes, though, were all snowed, the clouds glowed.
Caveat: Poem #1946 “Tag-teamed”
ㅁ Some snow covered the driveway, but then rain overtook it again, and all day snow and rain, switching, at play.
Caveat: Poem #1935 “Platonic ideal”
ㅁ The world offered trees to see. I saw them. They seemed emphatically rather more tree-like to me.
Caveat: Poem #1934 “The day”
ㅁ Got to work, put the flag. There was snow. I'd driven slow, hit no snag. No customers, what a drag.
Caveat: Poem #1926 “Journal”
ㅁ I've been feeling uninspired: no good words, thoughts like birds, my brain mired, sorta tired.
Caveat: Poem #1922 “Code as abuse”
ㅁ Sometimes computers refuse to do things. This habit springs from abuse: a programmer's unwise views.
Caveat: Poem #1920 “So that’s done, then”
ㅁ That one leaf was hanging there, still attached, but as I watched, the cold air blew it away, who knows where.
Caveat: Poem #1893 “My life’s plan”
ㅁ Up until now I have been... existing - just persisting. So but then, I'll do the same - up through when?
Caveat: Poem #1889 “The usual”
ㅁ The power went out at just after six. Day made a mix with the dusk, rain made rust.
Caveat: Poem #1885 “Sun creeps southward”
ㅁ The equinox has passed, so... the dawn comes later, you know... I still get up early, though.
Caveat: Poem #1884 “For when the muses fail me”
ㅁ If I examine the art, study its patterns, each part, I find new memories start.
Caveat: Poem #1883 “Card catalog”
ㅁ My insomnia arrives, ruffles through my brain's archives; a fragment of dream survives.