ㅁ The rain and the snow alternated while clouds passed. But I heard a bird.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #1628 “A boatless sail”
ㅁ The wind absconded with the big dirty white tarp. So I put it back.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1627 “Nope”
ㅁ Do you really think anyone's going to read all these dumb haikus?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1626 “Fragmented reality”
ㅁ Shards of reaction against a world not well-known scatter through our minds
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1624 “Parallel”
ㅁ The tree took two paths: both were upward wanderings, both sought out the sky.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1622 “More than seven”
ㅁ How many raindrops? Well, it seems like quite a few. So I stopped counting.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1621 “Inhumanism”
ㅁ Robinson Jeffers was a poet who felt that humans were bad news.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1620 “Midwestern interlude”
ㅁ thunder and lightning: rare in southeast Alaska; but this morning, boom!
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1619 “Each poem reflects its time of composition”
ㅁ Sitting each morning to write poems yields only morning thing poems.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1616 “The procrastinator’s plan”
ㅁ No, I haven't, yet. No, it's a work in progress. No, I'll start it, soon.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1615 “Unchanged”
ㅁ The year rolled over; it seems the same as the last: Trees, rain, rocks, clouds, days.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1614 “But they took the fifth, on the stand”
ㅁ The moon rose, yellow. Its pale disk hovered and glowed. The trees witnessed it.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1613 “Amber”
ㅁ Alongside the road the grass is faded, pale gold, blowing in cold wind.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1612 “Internal contradiction”
ㅁ This poem has words, but no meaning, not a bit. So figure it out.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1611 “Solipsism done wrong”
ㅁ What's motivation? We just neglect our despair: failed solipsism.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1610 “Rime”
ㅁ the frost grows spiky on all the smooth surfaces collecting winter
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1609 “The meaning of down”
ㅁ There's water flowing down across stones and dead logs finding the low spots
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1607 “Clutter”
ㅁ No inspiration, instead, only cluttered words, slopping about here.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1591 “A magic incantation”
ㅁ This boring haiku is boringer than the last. You feel sleepy now.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1590 “Default poem”
ㅁ I just can't resist marking my monotony with crappy haiku.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1588 “The skeptic’s gaze”
ㅁ from my mind's fortress defenders cast rays of doubt at random objects
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1587 “Phantastic assertions”
ㅁ If there are no ghosts why do they visit me here? spinning through my dreams...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1586 “Affirmations while walking”
ㅁ Among the bushes I don't believe in monsters and there are no ghosts
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1585 “Erosion”
ㅁ water cuts canyons through the freshly placed gravel that's gravity's rule
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1584 “As darkness tends to do”
ㅁ fragments of darkness impinge on my open eyes and reveal nothing
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1583 “Dry”
ㅁ It was a mad dream: the sea went down, disappeared: a gravel desert.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1582 “Flat”
ㅁ The road is bumpy, replete with sharp rocks and holes. So the tire retired.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1581 “Winterscape”
ㅁ frozen droplets flashed: diamonds on the darkling trees caught in my highbeams
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1580 “Only today, though”
ㅁ they gave thanks broadly to the trees and stones and sea their minds thanked the world
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1578 “White”
ㅁ Driving home last night the moon hung very brightly all the trees wore white.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1577 “Banal undarkness”
ㅁ True darkness undone by that glowing red charge light on the cordless phone.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1574 “Time’s guiding hand”
ㅁ Time made suggestions. Reality went along. Everything remained.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1573 “A rainline”
ㅁ Off to the north, rain: Spots out over the water. To the south, no rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.