ㅁ When the net was closed and the fish circled and leapt the sun glanced downward.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #1468 “Damp stoicism”
ㅁ When the sea's besieged And stormed by wrathful raindrops The birds wait, stoic
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1467 “Roleplaying”
ㅁ When the greeny depths Plot their inhuman dramas The fish play their roles
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1466 “Never changing”
ㅁ When I dream of death there are still the trees and stones, a rain-damp backdrop.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1465 “But how can you tell?”
ㅁ When the story ends then the next story begins if you're keeping count.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1464 “How the rain comes”
ㅁ When the rain comes, it comes with desultory tappings with dedication.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1463 “The race is won”
ㅁ When spotted slugs zoom like soft, black-speckled cheetahs then you know time's stopped.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1462 “The use of shadows”
ㅁ When the sun is high It still casts dream-filled shadows At these latitudes
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1461 “Coming clean”
ㅁ When the water's flat Ghosts descend from the islands To wash their losses
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1460 “The return journey”
ㅁ When our hooks had failed Our boat turned and smoothed the sea On salmonless waves
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1459 “Lingering nostalgia”
ㅁ When the stones are damp Stale memories land on them Like thirsty insects
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1458 “Already impatient with summer”
ㅁ The alder waits there for the seasons to go by to shed summer's leaves
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1456 “Artificial artifice”
ㅁ The machine's musings - their originality - have surpassed my own.
– a pseudo haiku, in vague response to the poetical composings of GPT-3, a new “text production algorithm” (grandiosely labelled “AI” i.e. “Artificial Intelligence”), as reported here.
Caveat: Poem #1455 “The monkeys’ boat”
ㅁ The boat's engine's roar terrifies the sea otters and sings to the whales.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1454 “The Alaskan potato”
ㅁ Hello potato. At least you've dodged the mildew. You're growing so tall.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1453 “Simple pleasures”
ㅁ When the berry drops into your hand, unpressured is satisfying.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1452 “A street”
ㅁ A house on a street. Sometimes I remember it. My childhood's domain.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1451 “The rainforest’s expectation”
ㅁ The clouds churn, asleep. It's always about to rain. The slugs slide with joy.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1450 “Chlorophyllic disappointment”
ㅁ The leaves were saddened. The sun was taking a break. They hung drooping, dark.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1449 “The sea’s meaning”
ㅁ The round rolling sea. The sparkling silvery sea. The boat-bearing sea.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1448 “Birds exchange views”
ㅁ An eagle just watched from the far end of the dock a raven on rocks.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1445 “Maybe I’m a boat”
ㅁ Lately I'm unmoored Dreams tumble and thoughts clamor And all is quite damp.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1444 “No solution was forthcoming”
ㅁ I raged while dreaming, demanding some solution to cloudy problems.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1443 “Fishing and catching”
ㅁ An airplane flew past. The sea sparkled blue and gray. A fish ate our hook.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1442 “Inside the greenhouse”
ㅁ The potato plant grew until it was very tall, Sometimes in sunlight.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1441 “Always a bit awkward”
ㅁ I lay there dreaming... and dreamed I was unconscious, but then I woke up.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1440 “Cruel fate”
ㅁ My phone and I walked... Only later did I see it had been broken.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1438 “Knowing delicious”
ㅁ The slug ate lettuce Like a tiny bulldozer It knew delicious
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1437 “Brief ode to a future treehouse”
ㅁ The treehouse exists first in imagination but, yes, it takes shape
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1435 “Important dialogue”
ㅁ With sun, or without, the birds make their suggestions. All serious talk.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1434 “As seas will do”
ㅁ The sea roiled and turned, making baroque contortions, topographic thrusts.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1433 “The bugs’ intentions”
ㅁ Sometimes the bugs fly and they try to annoy me and well, they succeed.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1432 “Nature sometimes looks back”
ㅁ The bird noticed me. A whirr of wings announced it. The morning warmed up.
– a pseudo-haiku.