ㅁ The sun came briefly, so the pale snow stepped away and hid among streams.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #1715 “Intended consequences”
ㅁ The robot was bored. It decided to fall down. This act broke things up.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1714 “Mouse meets mousetrap”
ㅁ Can there be feeling for such a hapless being? Empathy? Or no...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1713 “Michelle’s visit”
ㅁ Sometimes her ghost comes She'll descend into my dreams full of rage and joy
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1712 “Rocks at low tide”
ㅁ The cormorant sat. It had found a fine new spot: those rocks at low tide.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1711 “April snow”
ㅁ The wires line the road. They convey fragments of thought. Snow coats the outside.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1710 “A few words on the view”
ㅁ The branches reach out. The sea serves as a background. It's silvery blue.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1707 “Snack attack”
ㅁ The mouse ventured in. There on the floor, a small snack. Oops, the snack attacked!
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1706 “I wanna be cool”
ㅁ I'm not a robot. But frankly, I keep trying. 'Cause robots are cool.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1704 “Grammar’s fault”
ㅁ And it came to pass that the syntax was questioned, the story ignored.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1703 “Washed inside and out”
ㅁ And it came to pass that the morning dawned with rain and the ghosts were cleaned.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1702 “800 Trees”
ㅁ And it came to pass some eight hundred daily trees appeared in this blog.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1701 “Music”
ㅁ And it came to pass the trees, stones and brooding sea all sang their sad songs.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1700 “What’s the point?”
ㅁ The map laid it out: imagined cartographies full of aimless nodes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1699 “No sense of humor”
ㅁ The cormorant sat. I spoke to it playfully. It squawked, unamused.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1698 “Deceptive weather”
ㅁ The dawn came, rainless. Well, what kind of place is this? I felt quite confused.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1697 “Not that your answer matters”
ㅁ So, I'm wondering, You think these poems are okay? They're pretty boring.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1696 “Powerful prophecies”
ㅁ The forecast said rain. Sometimes the forecast is right. Like, when it says rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1695 “A timeless narrative”
ㅁ Then more recently, the narrative got muddled by obstinate time.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1693 “Best of both worlds”
ㅁ The two alternate: nights of earnest, falling snow; days of cleansing rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1691 “The rhizome”
ㅁ On the path I meet: a near-infinite branching, a maze of subpaths.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1690 “The geology of morals”
ㅁ On the path I meet: an apocalypse of stones, tiny sprouts of trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1689 “The smooth and the striated”
ㅁ On the path I meet: day-old snow and piles of slush, the end of the world.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1688 “The apparatus of capture”
ㅁ On the path I meet: a jaunty doppelganger, and my own shadow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1687 “On several regimes of signs”
ㅁ On the path I meet: some random, ego-bound souls, and a bit of wood.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1686 “The war machine”
ㅁ On the path I meet: small birds, narcissistic slugs, and militant ferns.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1685 “That’s your job”
ㅁ I dreamed of falling amid dull catastrophe broken picture frames
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1684 “Takeoff”
ㅁ The morning was chilled. A raven stood in the road. It jumped and then flew.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1683 “Hunger”
ㅁ The bird hopped along through the tree's outstretched branches, too busy to sing.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1682 “Schadenfreude”
ㅁ The dull sky stole it: it took my schadenfreude, and melted it down.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1680 “The tide”
ㅁ Down by the water I watched the tide eat some stones while a raven laughed.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1679 “The witness”
ㅁ The raven sits there. On the wire, it's a good view: the cars and people.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1678 “Cabo Suspiro”
ㅁ Here at Cape of Sighs, our sighs are uttered daily; and each night we sigh.
– a pseudo-haiku.