ㅁ Those social creatures discuss their dreamings, exchange meanings, raise a fuss... but it's all superfluous.
Category: Englyn
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.
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.
Caveat: Poem #1658 “Yawning doom”
ㅁ The water accumulates in great piles, and all the while, something waits, the culvert fills, knowing fate.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Caveat: Poem #1579 “Transitory”
ㅁ headlights evoke memory, as cars pass... the flowing grass, silver sea, night falling... heading home, free.
Caveat: Poem #1576 “Unreadable signs”
ㅁ Freezing rain attacked the road. Or was it frozen, moonlit flakes that snowed, mapped a hieroglyphic code.
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.
Caveat: Poem #1544 “Subconsciousness”
ㅁ Sometimes my dreams are empty - full of ghosts - random, almost like carefree dark debris.
Caveat: Poem #1543 “The season advances”
ㅁ Up on Sunnahae mountain, it had snowed. Lower, trees showed branches, thin, cold chagrin.
Caveat: Poem #1542 “Cyclical”
ㅁ I'm not sure about slowness. It just crawls. And the leaves fall, such distress: things progress.
Caveat: Poem #1541 “Free to unbecome”
ㅁ The wind harassed the sea, and the waves were like her slaves; destiny set them free.
Caveat: Poem #1540 “Generic dreamscape”
ㅁ My dreams craft an unreal space, arranging many somethings in some place: doubt's embrace.
Caveat: Poem #1539 “If you were a raven”
ㅁ The ravens hung in the trees: sociable; and likeable, and free. You'd agree.
Caveat: Poem #1538 “Unwilled”
ㅁ I walked down the road until... a bird passed, fluttering fast, the air still... no more will.
Caveat: Poem #1420 “The cartographers’ folly”
ㅁ The arbitrary placement of mountains is nonsense: complacent cartographers' debasement for simple entertainment.
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.
Caveat: Poem #1395 “Scaling back expectations”
ㅁ So I sat to have breakfast, and I thought, "I might have sought to persist... sigh... exist."
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.
Caveat: Poem #1381 “Clumsy”
ㅁ I trip over sticks, outstuck; and falling, I keep sprawling in the muck; I'm not impressed with my luck.
Caveat: Poem #1364 “Dirt vs Wind”
ㅁ Wind blows the rain at the earth, which resists: the dirt insists on its worth, with cold mirth.
Caveat: Poem #1351 “Mental health”
ㅁ I dreamed I was on a train... on the roof, looking for proof that my brain takes the strain.
Caveat: Poem #1324 “The golem at the controls”
ㅁ the form of things precedes perception their reception thus then leads to done deeds
Caveat: Poem #1323 “Pwyll’s regrets”
ㅁ The dark surrounded the place. I stepped out. I thought about my long chase. But sadness filled my mind's space.
Caveat: Poem #1322 “Approaching an equinox with wide-open eyes”
ㅁ During these recent mornings, the sun's path, its orbit's math, is changing, it reaches my eyes, shining.
Caveat: Poem #1317 “A calloused, gray-fingered dawn”
ㅁ No rose-fingered dawn here. Just grayness. But not hopeless, just austere, moody, drear.
Caveat: Poem #1316 “Rain as analgesic”
ㅁ Some days I will feel more pain than others. I will smother it with rain. Such disdain.
Caveat: Poem #1315 “As mountains will do”
ㅁ The mountain was there, watching. It brooded. It wore wooded slopes, slanting, all whiting.
Caveat: Poem #1314 “Wait, was that a dream?”
ㅁ So I dreamed I was teaching. Kids resist, and then insist I'm preaching Not reaching.