ㅁ I was a cold fish: there under the dock, drifting, I tasted the sea.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #2052 “Failure to comment”
ㅁ "Is there enough rain?" they asked, and the clouds answered, "We cannot comment."
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2050 “Mystery”
ㅁ A small bird appeared. It hopped along, branch to branch. It warily watched.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2049 “Not a true fact”
ㅁ I poked the bear's eye with a stick I had with me. This upset the bear.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2041 “Omen”
ㅁ I looked down to check: my phone's weather forecast app had a small snowflake.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2039 “Semiotic syrup”
ㅁ the dreams are so thick a semiotic syrup hard to navigate
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2038 “Мрії”
ㅁ dreams in cyrillic arise from watching the war craft disjoint stories
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2036 “Semiotic vacuum”
ㅁ but no words appeared... but nothing had meaning then... but silence ruled us...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2035 “The dream was shown to be an illusion upon waking”
ㅁ I dreamed it was night I was surrounded by dark but then I woke up
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2006 “Reserved”
ㅁ there's a pile of books just there by that other one worth reading I guess
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2005 “A pink unicorn”
ㅁ she needed it wrapped for a three-year-old's birthday: a pink unicorn
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2004 “The internals”
ㅁ I hear what I want. Easier to make up words than to understand.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2003 “Gone”
ㅁ The dusk was purple, the fog, thick. The trees had gone wherever trees go.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2002 “An unsnowing”
ㅁ A great unsnowing unfolded itself across branches and gravel showing the rains' souls in the ice-bottomed puddles and rushing streamlets.
– two stanzas in haiku form.
Caveat: Poem #2001 “False muse”
ㅁ Off in the future, a poem I want to write takes shape and then fades.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2000 “And yet”
ㅁ You'd think that by now I'd have just given it up: this daily writing.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1999 “Colder”
ㅁ When it's cold enough the icy road's driveable 'cause it gets sticky.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1997 “Eventful commute”
ㅁ Just past seven mile, the car spun out on smooth ice. Still... I got to town.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1996 “Benevolence”
ㅁ The moon was fullish and smiled down on well-aged snow whitening the night.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1995 “Without physics”
ㅁ Those oscillations... What's time got to do with it? That's just how it works.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1994 “The world vs the trip to town”
ㅁ It never just rains but it pours and makes more ice for driving pleasure
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1993 “The social environment”
ㅁ Negativity All those close share it with me So I succumb too I wax negative About everyone's anger Sure. Let me join in! I can savor it All the terrors and worries Better than beauty
– a poem constructed with three haiku stanzas.
Caveat: Poem #1990 “It’s better that way”
ㅁ as awakeness fades slip into solipsism other worlds flicker
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1989 “Homogeneous”
ㅁ I'm a kind of paste of pure unmotivation these recent wet days
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1988 “Life summary”
ㅁ Sometimes I try, but... I'm bad at interacting alone's easier
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1987 “Adaptability”
ㅁ The power went out. The air outside swarmed with snow. So I built a fire.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1982 “Layers”
ㅁ Some inches of snow attempted to cover ice but then more rain came.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1981 “Wave function collapse”
ㅁ we are all just ghosts if we fail to pause and look but looking, we live
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1980 “New year, new weather”
ㅁ Last year, it had snowed. This year, it's now raining hard. Piles of snow, undone.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1972 “Photonic flight”
ㅁ The atoms slowed down the few photons fled the scene the air became still.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1971 “Citizenship”
ㅁ I'm a citizen of these nights' contingencies awaiting the cold.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1970 “Tense”
ㅁ I'm feeling burnt out. I think it's the bad commute: a near hour on ice.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1965 “Hopes and dreams”
ㅁ I wake up each day and realize I'm a dog. It's so exciting.
– a pseudo-haiku.