ㅁ I trip over sticks, outstuck; and falling, I keep sprawling in the muck; I'm not impressed with my luck.
– an englyn penfyr.
Category: Englyn
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.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
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.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1324 “The golem at the controls”
ㅁ the form of things precedes perception their reception thus then leads to done deeds
– an englyn cil-dwrn
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.
– an englyn penfyr
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.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1317 “A calloused, gray-fingered dawn”
ㅁ No rose-fingered dawn here. Just grayness. But not hopeless, just austere, moody, drear.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1316 “Rain as analgesic”
ㅁ Some days I will feel more pain than others. I will smother it with rain. Such disdain.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1315 “As mountains will do”
ㅁ The mountain was there, watching. It brooded. It wore wooded slopes, slanting, all whiting.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
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.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1313 “Inclemency”
ㅁ The fat white flakes splattered on the windshield. The wipers yield and then yawn: work's withdrawn.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1312 “A pastel composition in the now”
ㅁ Overnight some wet snow fell, once again making a zen-like pastel, very well.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1311 “Time’s bent brow”
ㅁ It's staying light later, now, by the clocks. The equinox, anyhow... time's bent brow.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1302 “The water pump”
ㅁ The pump: we could not repair. Another pump for water put in there... hard affair.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1301 “Rainforest celebration”
ㅁ There is water everywhere, abundant and redundant, in the air... don't despair.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1300 “Broken”
ㅁ The old device seemed broken, disarrayed. I was dismayed. Unspoken doubts appeared. No plans were made.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1299 “On the subject of pain”
ㅁ If hell is eternity, I would think my pains would shrink to bitty ants lost in a vast city.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1295 “An unsolvable mystery”
I found I was unable to decide how the ducks glide, and wobble, through water, inaudible.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1294 “A stormy evening”
The eager rain gouges limbs just outside; the wind, astride trees, it skims. The light dims.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1290 “Seek silence”
You tire quickly of such talk - you get doubts. You're on the outs, tend to balk. Take a walk.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1252 “Snow, definition of”
Snow is rain, fighting the pull of the world, just fragments hurled, as if wool were being shed by the cloudfull.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1251 “AI Risk”
The mad paper clip maker conquered all, starting out small, "clip-baker," then spouting clips, acre by acre.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1250 “Seasonal shift”
A year passes. The weather is transformed. Rainy seas stormed together with slow snowflakes like feathers.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1249 “And this is all a dream”
The apocalypse happened, already. Life, unsteady, did then bend: an inhuman, violent end.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1248 “Consider it conveyed”
There exists a certain man. He's alone. He's got his phone. So he can convey his lack of a plan.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1247 “The cause”
The problems are cultural. What we know... our mind's cargo, the social... epistemological.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1246 “Living”
Really I'm just the pale frame of my bones, animate stones, barely tame, tumbling through life, all aflame.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1245 “The substantial night”
the night becomes a substance among trees with the rain, no resistance can face such fierce persistence
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1244 “A vague hypothetical”
So I sat and had coffee this morning, just wondering if I'd see fallen snow on this day's tree.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1243 “The precipitate apotheosis”
Rain and wind (and wind and rain) celebrate and make a great sound, and feign a knowing spirit's made plain.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1242 “Holiday cheer by the hour”
Christmas was always a hard time for me. Memories scarred: nothing's free, Except sitting by the sea.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1241 “One syllable, or two?”
I tried using the word "poem" in a poem (my words bestow, embrace, roam) but failed, that word found no home.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1240 “Try to think tao”
I sat down to listen, now, to the rain: its hard campaign to allow my stupid brain to think tao.
– an englyn penfyr