ㅁ I wonder if there's a mouse. I run up to the greenhouse. But no. Like a quote from Lao-tse.
– an englyn milwr. The rhyme is quite horrible.
Category: Englyn
Caveat: Poem #1769 “A green theme”
ㅁ With late spring, all became green... all under rain, but still green... clean, luxuriant, bright green...
– an englyn milwr, just repeating the rhyme-word rather than rhyming.
Caveat: Poem #1768 “Working in retail”
ㅁ Some days in the store are slow. Other days are hectic - no, just very busy, you know.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #1754 “Buddhamas”
ㅁ So. Buddha's birthday happened. The Buddha died, in the end. I think maybe that's a trend.
– an englyn milwr. Yesterday, May 19, was Buddha’s birthday on the lunar calendar, as celebrated in my esrtwhile home, South Korea.
Caveat: Poem #1753 “The geologic origins of the weather”
ㅁ The sun was bright yesterday. Our damp island slid away, southward. I doubt it will stay.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #1751 “Staying active”
ㅁ Two robins perched on the dock. One hopped to the rail, to walk. The other flew to a rock.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #1746 “Only a blur of branches”
ㅁ In the morning, with coffee, I look out the window, see the world obscured by a tree.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #1745 “The temple”
ㅁ The last few days, I head out, in the morning, muck about with my treehouse, so devout.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #1735 “At the window”
ㅁ The hummingbirds make a hum, a whirring, a red flashing, a black thrum, here they come.
– an englyn cil-dwrn .
Caveat: Poem #1732 “An abrogation of solar formality”
ㅁ The sky returned to its gray: more normal, more informal. The sun's way makes for a bright, rigid day.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1709 “Us”
ㅁ Those social creatures discuss their dreamings, exchange meanings, raise a fuss... but it's all superfluous.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1708 “Poorly crafted englyn”
ㅁ The seagulls watched the sea, congregated, and having fed, then felt free to just see what they could see.
– an englyn penfyr [UPDATE: this englyn penfyr has a mistake – it breaks the rules. I’ve decided to leave it anyway].
Caveat: Poem #1681 “Unspeaking forest”
ㅁ The tree thrust its branches out, awaiting fate and feeling late, feeling doubt, unwilling to give a shout.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1665 “The bucket”
ㅁ I overturned the bucket, gave a thunk, a big, round chunk of ice hit the cold ground, to sit.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1658 “Yawning doom”
ㅁ The water accumulates in great piles, and all the while, something waits, the culvert fills, knowing fate.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1657 “God’s spirograph”
ㅁ The wind pulled out curls of snow, and they streamed, the air dreamed of where to go, the gusts spun and kept their flow.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1606 “Raven, crow”
ㅁ The raven wheeled near the road, and landed... watched and waited as I slowed. Could it be... the raven crowed?
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1605 “Spin, tilt”
ㅁ Just at the ridge, the half moon, hovering, it hung, waiting, and then soon, behind clouds, like stones unhewn.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1589 “In southeast Alaska”
ㅁ Yes it's true: the rain falls, lashes trees, more than a breeze, hits the walls, sea-biting, rock-eating squalls.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1579 “Transitory”
ㅁ headlights evoke memory, as cars pass... the flowing grass, silver sea, night falling... heading home, free.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1576 “Unreadable signs”
ㅁ Freezing rain attacked the road. Or was it frozen, moonlit flakes that snowed, mapped a hieroglyphic code.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1545 “Scree meets knee”
ㅁ Thursday I slipped on a rock, hurt my knee - the tidal scree where I'd walked by the dock.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1544 “Subconsciousness”
ㅁ Sometimes my dreams are empty - full of ghosts - random, almost like carefree dark debris.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1543 “The season advances”
ㅁ Up on Sunnahae mountain, it had snowed. Lower, trees showed branches, thin, cold chagrin.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1542 “Cyclical”
ㅁ I'm not sure about slowness. It just crawls. And the leaves fall, such distress: things progress.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1541 “Free to unbecome”
ㅁ The wind harassed the sea, and the waves were like her slaves; destiny set them free.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1540 “Generic dreamscape”
ㅁ My dreams craft an unreal space, arranging many somethings in some place: doubt's embrace.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1539 “If you were a raven”
ㅁ The ravens hung in the trees: sociable; and likeable, and free. You'd agree.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1538 “Unwilled”
ㅁ I walked down the road until... a bird passed, fluttering fast, the air still... no more will.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1420 “The cartographers’ folly”
ㅁ The arbitrary placement of mountains is nonsense: complacent cartographers' debasement for simple entertainment.
– an englyn in Robertson Davies’ style.
Caveat: Poem #1415 “Indeterminate materials”
ㅁ I made a tower of stones. They reached up. One rock was cup-shaped - or bone- - can't be known.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1395 “Scaling back expectations”
ㅁ So I sat to have breakfast, and I thought, "I might have sought to persist... sigh... exist."
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1386 “A thousand words”
ㅁ cloud-fragments caught in water, like pink paint; nature's thoughts faint... earth's blotter... there: got her.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
