ㅁ Sometimes I speak words that have no meaning at all. Still, I understand.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #3026 “Not a triolet”
ㅁ Lately on Sundays I will write a triolet, but today I won't.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3024 “Emergent”
ㅁ i lie wide awake inscribed by these aimless dreams my mouth like parchment
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3023 “Possibly a metaphor for some psychological dynamic”
ㅁ the bridge barely burned but still, I left it behind charred but not ruined
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3022 “Just some words”
ㅁ 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.
Caveat: Poem #3017 “Just to try it out”
ㅁ the monk chose his path though it led down into hell ascetic gestures
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3016 “The happy dance”
ㅁ 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.)
Caveat: Poem #3013 “A pilgrim’s progress”
ㅁ some wind came along and put whitecaps on the sea and made the trees swing
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3011 “Out the window, 9 AM”
ㅁ A seagull drifted afloat on the quiet sea while raindrops scattered.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3010 “FOMO”
ㅁ sometimes I wake up and think that I've missed something... hours lost to deep sleep
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3008 “Self-contained bird-objects”
ㅁ Seagulls meditate in white-blob form, just floating out on the water.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3006 “Stop and smell the flowers”
ㅁ I keep getting lost in weird liminal spaces... can't find anything.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3004 “The most recent storm”
ㅁ the wind foretold rain the rain came then in great sheets assaulting the night
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3003 “Inertial conditions”
ㅁ having fallen down seemed best to just take a rest and get up later
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3001 “A thing that happened”
ㅁ the Fall's first frost came, painted the dock and pier white; some ducks swam away.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2999 “Dream journal”
ㅁ I had a bad dream. I was so angry, I raged. I wrecked the gift store.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2996 “The discovery”
ㅁ Some crows found a truck, which was black, just like they were. They seemed to like this.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2994 “Progress”
ㅁ the blueberry shrub outside the kitchen window has turned bright purple
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2990 “Outward”
ㅁ there's no sense of rest no respite from nagging guilt sleep is all that's left
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2989 “Surrender”
ㅁ Lately I hate life. I feel nothing anymore. Why do I bother?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2987 “Unrecorded events”
ㅁ with rain, came dragons, who all coiled in the treetops supervising sleep
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2986 “Precepts beyond history”
ㅁ rain came this weekend filled the downhill-rushing creeks turned over some stones
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2984 “Reason to not”
ㅁ "No time like present" - except all those other times that were just like now.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2981 “Zzzap!”
ㅁ Twenty years later, I still get "brain zaps" sometimes. Yay SSRIs.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2976 “Prisoner of conscience”
ㅁ My brain is captive, imprisoned in a hard skull... limited options.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2974 “These past few weeks”
ㅁ Slowly, over time, I become more and more tired, until I must sleep.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2970 “The plan”
ㅁ they say death is real, but we must deceive ourselves: be fake immortals.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2969 “Reactive”
ㅁ easy: do nothing wait for events to impel but then take action
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2968 “Replacement”
ㅁ ...joyfully displaced from the places I've been placed by fate or fortune.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2963 “A vorpal haiku”
ㅁ Fentwithe, he dysbawked, impormevisly dehonged, abrue maffended.
– a pseudo-haiku. This poem is nonsense, in the style of Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky. But to be clear, much of my internal monologue is like this.
Caveat: Poem #2962 “Surrender”
#Poetry #Haiku #Senryu
ㅁ the alder leaves fade sometimes fail to turn yellow just fall down instead
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2960 “Last night’s sunset”
ㅁ the sky became large under the clouds' influence drunk on gold sunlight
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2957 “The vacuum of deep space”
ㅁ Sometimes I fail to write. The morning plays out, empty. There's no poetry.
– a pseudo-haiku.