ㅁ My monotony makes maps, manifests, morose, moody mindfulness.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #1676 “Slushland”
ㅁ Through the night it snows. Then during the day it rains. Net result: damp slush.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1674 “Clima(c)tic assist”
ㅁ So I went outside. Got set up to do some work. It started snowing.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1673 “It failed to answer”
ㅁ There is a bird there: the branch outside my window. So I said, "Hi bird!"
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1672 “Reliability”
ㅁ my clockwork bladder awakens me each morning right at five-fifteen
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1670 “How it works in a rainforest”
ㅁ The Fall had the rain. But then Winter was rainy. Rain now hints of Spring.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1669 “Phenomenology”
ㅁ There's no perfection. There are eddies and currents. There will be events.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1668 “Synecdoche”
ㅁ Symbols of weather distribute themselves like clouds... well, in fact, they're clouds.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1667 “The continent’s defeat at its edge”
ㅁ In water's empire - its satrapies of damp trees - snow conquers nothing.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1664 “Their ghosts are there watching”
ㅁ There beside the road, I see some bones, abandoned by their denizens.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1663 “Social media”
ㅁ First, I click the thing, and then I think to myself, why did I click that?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1662 “Serious business”
ㅁ The cormorant squawked, and as if interrupted, flew away annoyed.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1661 “Not so innocent”
ㅁ Rain abuses snow, exploits its caducity, abrogates its dreams.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1660 “Traffic patterns”
ㅁ The raven waited. A smaller bird crossed the road. Tiny marks in snow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1656 “Duty”
ㅁ I let out a sigh. These things I feel I must do... So then, some more sighs.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1655 “And everything just stops”
ㅁ Dark days of dull light cooled to a cold that's so cold that the birds might fall.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1654 “The world is a map of itself”
ㅁ The stones hold the earth or are they some kind of map drawn out from there, then?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1653 “Monosyllables”
ㅁ Small words are the best. In the end they serve my needs. They come down like frost.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1652 “The small”
ㅁ The words are so short, They fall and spin and lose speed, at last they just stop.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1651 “The spoon”
ㅁ The spoon on my desk had been used to stir my tea but now it's just there.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1650 “The sky”
ㅁ The sky was not dark. It could have been, but dawn came. So it turned pale gray.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1649 “The stones”
ㅁ No words can be found out on the slopes strewn with stone all that's there is time.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1648 “Stuff”
ㅁ Bits of the world, framed: fern, shell, stone, glass, leaf, seed, bolt. Things dwell in their spots.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1647 “Propagation”
ㅁ The road is icy, despite it having rained, now. The old ice makes new.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1640 “A mountain’s moods”
ㅁ Sunnahae has moods demarcated by the clouds showing gold or white.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1639 “Splinters”
ㅁ I cut all these boards so they'll fit together right, but I got splinters.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1638 “Frictionless planet”
ㅁ A pale slush appeared coating road and rock and rail denying traction.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1637 “Archeology”
ㅁ My papers in piles, a vague archeology indicating time.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1636 “Wariness”
ㅁ The stellar jay hopped. There on a branch, watching me. Distrustful creature.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1634 “Cooling”
ㅁ The stars had appeared as the clouds yielded to wind and the damp air froze.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1633 “By feel”
ㅁ It's dark and I walk Just the dimmest light from stars Ah there's a tree.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1632 “Visionary”
ㅁ I woke so early. The open window murmured. I watched the darkness.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1631 “Mostly cloudy”
ㅁ Okay, just a patch of blue sky making a show but the clouds return.
– a pseudo-haiku.