ㅁ I like languages - an idiosyncrasy that I've always had.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #3103 “The objective”
ㅁ we were bound southward toward the damp oregon of our discontent
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3102 “Prospect”
ㅁ the morning is dark in a few hours, I'll travel... so much snow outside
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3101 “The reason this poem appears delayed”
ㅁ The power went out. Though I wrote this nice haiku, I could not publish.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3098 “That’s all there is”
ㅁ this here daily poem... just not feeling much inspired. so you get this crap.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3097 “Back by the sea out my window”
ㅁ Some ducks headed west. They put down lines in water. Oops, now they're eastbound.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3096 “Epiphany by the graveyard”
ㅁ it may be the case that: the stories told by ghosts are: unreliable:
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3095 “A few kilometers south of Atherton”
ㅁ See, there's this one hill. And there's just one tree on it. I like seeing that.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3094 “To Australia”
ㅁ This old continent... an Eden, long broken, lost, ruled by burnt, wild men.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3093 “Driving along”
ㅁ They don't want to pass... tailgating you is more fun! - Australian mantra.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3092 “Continuity”
ㅁ The rain came down hard. I stared out at the courtyard. The world just keeps on.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3091 “Why bother”
ㅁ There is no right path Only wrong ones taken with... Equanimity.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3090 “Living in the present moment”
ㅁ The cows found the grass, passing through the open gate. They're not futurists.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3089 “A historical breakthrough”
ㅁ Civilizations run in circles, like chickens without their small heads.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3088 “Recent events”
ㅁ wallabies hang out at the top of the driveway they appear annoyed
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3087 “Introspective moment”
ㅁ What kind of creature is that, looking back at me? It's nothing ideal.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3086 “As weeds will do”
ㅁ The sky fades to gray. Yesterday it rained buckets. Now the weeds can grow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3081 “Uncooperative with the muse”
ㅁ I had a small poem, fully formed last night, ready. I didn't write it.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3080 “Planning it out”
ㅁ In one thousand years I might cross the Pacific caressing each wave.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3079 “Shasta”
ㅁ I looked down at Earth, at the sleeping volcanoes in raiments of snow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3078 “Admonition”
ㅁ Stop fooling ourselves. Most of us are just faking. There's no master plan.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3077 “Events on the ground”
ㅁ The raven watched me as I walked by, skeptical or perhaps wary.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3074 “Dying”
ㅁ an eighty year flame still gutters in the world's winds but only weakly
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3072 “The year is 0.34% over already!”
ㅁ And time, it zooms by. Take a look from this angle: count your days in years.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3071 “Just years”
ㅁ some years are newer and other years are older but they're all just years.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3070 “Mid-December moonrise”
ㅁ a few weeks ago the chilly moon rose above the grocery store
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3069 “Impossible things”
ㅁ heptagons of time spin through the four dimensions tracing helices.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3065 “Boxing day”
ㅁ The boxes triumphed. Not the gifts. Not the good cheer. Just all the boxes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3063 “Regardless”
ㅁ let's just pardon all: those deserving, and those not start with a clean slate.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3062 “To extremes”
ㅁ The solstice is past. It's a good thing, don't you think? The world's too tilted.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3060 “Planning ahead”
ㅁ When I lose my mind, I will be quite unhappy. I will cuss at things.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3059 “End-of-day observations”
ㅁ At some point in life, we become just our habits. That's all that is left.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3058 “A new beginning”
ㅁ I opened an eye. My consciousness verified, I lay still a while.
– a pseudo-haiku.