Category: Haikuish Objects

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Some snow was falling.
Piles appeared on branches, rocks.
Then it turned to rain.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Frost on the gravel
thick enough to look like snow,
pale bits of lost sky.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The road was all dark.
The cloudless sky was dark too.
There were many stars.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I sleep on the floor.
This seems like a strange custom:
low expectations.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The city is made...
made from abstractions and dreams...
dreams that become shapes.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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A band of orange
or pinkish cloud is displayed
by garish morning.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Before dawn I saw
a strip of gold, and of white:
Sunnahae, with sun.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Small sparklings of snow
appeared on the trees beyond,
beyond other trees.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Invisible bears
with dubious intentions
lurk just beyond view.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Modernity's passed.
Instead we see our empire's
senseless senescence.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Where the water'd crossed:
Gravel on the forest floor
Above the brown duff.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Civilization
battles the stones and water
with wins and losses.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I was a hermit.
It's easy to just sit here.
Really, I still am.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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No, there are no words.
These glowing pixels you see
are not really words.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Sometimes there's a whoosh
as a raven glides past me.
It is surprising.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Gravity pulls things:
stones, logs, houses, water, me.
So I'm getting down.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Yesterday it rained
and rained and rained and rained more
so hills sought the sea.

– a pseudo-haiku. Here is a picture taken by my neighbor Jeri, looking across the inlet from the top of 10-mile hill toward the major landslide at 4.3 mile on the road – you can see the brown gash in the mountain. All that dirt and rocks and trees came down and crossed the road. It just missed houses on either side of it.

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The cormorant gazed
askance at me from the dock
while I stood watching.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Night's aftereffects
linger right through the morning,
holding the sun down.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Frost on the gravel.
The sun can't clear the mountain -
so that's shade till spring.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I like the autumn.
The clouds become substantive.
The night gnaws day's feet.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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At one AM: stars.
Then before dawn it rained hard.
First light saw gray, gold.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The trail led uphill.
I imagined bears made it.
Perhaps they watched me.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I've been uninspired
so I just put some words down,
representations.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Farther down the road,
the trees are still all the same.
So I take pictures.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The chill felt the air.
A bit of my breath hung there.
And fall tasted time.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The computer sighed.
So many bits all stirred up!
No meaning was found.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The spam felt despaired
with the content of this blog:
such disappointment!

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I put feet-to-road
and went along for awhile
noticing the trees.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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It's my shortcoming:
not liking to be ambushed
by complex projects.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I'm not really here -
I witness I drift I dream -
rather, I'm a ghost.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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God is omniscient
maybe omnipotent too
but not too clever

– a pseudo-haiku.

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In dreams the clouds creep
In dreams the struggle is hard
In dreams the sea sleeps

– a pseudo-haiku.