Category: Haikuish Objects

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The solstice is past.
It's a good thing, don't you think?
The world's too tilted.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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When I lose my mind,
I will be quite unhappy.
I will cuss at things.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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At some point in life,
we become just our habits.
That's all that is left.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I opened an eye.
My consciousness verified,
I lay still a while.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Unmotivated.
So much so that all the words
decomplexify.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The stones are unturned:
you really can't go looking
under each of them.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I don't want to be
that old guy who's complaining...
wait, that's a complaint.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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"Where have the trees gone?"
They told me they missed the trees
that I used to blog.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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i called my mother
not actually easy
so much bitterness

– a pseudo-haiku.

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A rainy morning
emerged like Aphrodite
from the purple clouds.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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not worth dying for,
this life of tribulations;
but that's the set up.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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the world appeared curved
the horizon a red gash
then the airplane turned

– a pseudo-haiku.

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the smell of diesel 
makes me weirdly nostalgic
for paris, or seoul

– a pseudo-haiku.

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They can move to Mars.
It might provide a challenge
and keep them busy.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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A fan of chaos,
I will deliberately
be disorganized.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Let's talk about pi(e).
Juli's cherry pie is good.
It is round: 2π.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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the dog was a wolf,
but shorter and much more stout;
loyal to a fault

– a pseudo-haiku.

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popped it in my mouth:
it was satisfying, strange...
a black peppercorn

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Sometimes I speak words
that have no meaning at all.
Still, I understand.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Lately on Sundays
I will write a triolet,
but today I won't.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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i lie wide awake
inscribed by these aimless dreams
my mouth like parchment

– a pseudo-haiku.

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the bridge barely burned
but still, I left it behind
charred but not ruined

– a pseudo-haiku.

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But where... they? Up? Up?
Yes, they, no the... no, the them.
Them where? Oh, them there.

– a pseudo-haiku. Inspired by some interactions with a person with dementia, I tried to write a poem without nouns or verbs. So it’s one side of a conversation – the other side is unknowable.

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the monk chose his path
though it led down into hell
ascetic gestures

– a pseudo-haiku.

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A party was held
my neighbors celebrating...
they'd saved the nation!

– a pseudo-haiku. (Get out of your bubble – the victors sincerely believe they’ve delivered a blow against fascism.)

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some wind came along
and put whitecaps on the sea
and made the trees swing

– a pseudo-haiku.

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A seagull drifted
afloat on the quiet sea
while raindrops scattered.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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sometimes I wake up
and think that I've missed something...
hours lost to deep sleep

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Seagulls meditate
in white-blob form, just floating
out on the water.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I keep getting lost
in weird liminal spaces...
can't find anything.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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the wind foretold rain
the rain came then in great sheets
assaulting the night

– a pseudo-haiku.

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having fallen down
seemed best to just take a rest
and get up later

– a pseudo-haiku.

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the Fall's first frost came,
painted the dock and pier white;
some ducks swam away.

– a pseudo-haiku.