ㅁ The sun leaves early. Then the pale dusk hangs around. At last, the stars show.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #1962 “The sign of the shovel”
ㅁ There's no surprise I spent all the night dreaming of snowshoveling.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1961 “Ah, the life”
ㅁ The power was out. So I spent the day reading and shoveling snow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1960 “You read about it first, here”
ㅁ Looping in circles: I dreamed I started a blog. Yes. Another blog.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1958 “The day’s start”
ㅁ I wake up early. Too early, but I'm awake. Might as well get up.
– a pseudo-haiku,
Caveat: Poem #1957 “Wisdom”
ㅁ There's no easy path. There are easy points of view. There are hard moments.
– a pseudo-haiku,
Caveat: Poem #1954 “Reactionaries”
ㅁ Sad philologists mourn the loss of words unheard and rant against youth.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1953 “Progressives”
ㅁ Failed philologists walk dogs on snow-covered roads and write bad haiku.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1952 “Radicals”
ㅁ Bad philologists invent implausible tongues which no one can speak.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1951 “Centrists”
ㅁ Fun philologists generate appendices for complex fictions.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1950 “Illumination”
ㅁ When I woke up, now, I went out and walked, predawn. Stars and snow made light.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1945 “If you look closely enough”
ㅁ Bored cartographers add improbable places which you can detect.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1944 “And they succeed”
ㅁ Mad cartographers try to make a world in which physicists shudder.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1943 “Apathy”
ㅁ Dumb cartographers draw some lines, call it a day. The next guy gets lost.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1942 “The map”
ㅁ Lost cartographers are fundamental failures. I mean... got the map?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1941 “Deception”
ㅁ fake cartographers produce their maplike objects to impress people
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1940 “Banalities”
ㅁ dull cartographers reproduce the lived-in world slavishly banal
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1939 “Objective”
ㅁ rogue cartographers try to shift reality artistically
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1938 “Neurons”
ㅁ The neurons give up and we steadily forget. Nothing to be done
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1937 “Dreams like a whirlwind”
ㅁ several short naps came upon me unawares took my brain by storm
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1936 “Yes, all those things”
ㅁ hallucinations of days of nights of forests of my banal life.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1933 “Did you try rebooting it?”
ㅁ Hypnagogia: like hitting a soft reset for my buggy brain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1932 “Good thing I missed it”
ㅁ I awoke sweating. I don't feel sick, so what's this? Some exhausting dream.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1929 “Best way to handle it”
ㅁ I accepted loss and the failure of the plan. I'd restart later.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1925 “Fall back”
ㅁ That silly custom we have in this here country... I slept one more hour
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1924 “Right?”
ㅁ I forgot what's next just sitting around instead you'd think I'd keep track.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1923 “Run the percentages”
ㅁ the air gets chilly but the rain continues on chance of snow tonight
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1918 “A stunning vision”
ㅁ Just before the dawn I journeyed down to the beach and saw some pink clouds.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1916 “A sign from heaven”
ㅁ Driving home last night: a snowflake among raindrops. Does that mean winter?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1914 “A boat!”
ㅁ Another weird dream: the sea rose and rose higher, and the house floated.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1913 “Great power, great responsibility”
ㅁ I deployed them all: powers of observation. I noticed a bug.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1909 “The easy path”
ㅁ Upon awaking I heard the hard rain and winds so I stayed inside.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1906 “The tyranny of waking up”
ㅁ I woke up quickly shocked out of an eerie dream but now I'm too slow
– a pseudo-haiku.