ㅁ Dawn comes later now. The sky, dull silver at eight, tastes the reaching trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #821 “In praise of the sun’s absence”
ㅁ I love the light's mood When the Fall overcast hangs So low and so gray.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #808 “A portrait”
ㅁ Branches, chaotic awkward tall twining columns, clothed in ragged green
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #807 “As hillsides will do”
ㅁ The hillside poses for the sun, pointing its trees at the azure sky.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #806 “What the house holds closely”
ㅁ The house holds darkness: beyond the windows, nothing; dawn is hours away.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #803 “The photon shortage”
ㅁ Photons, in the fall, seem fewer in their number and farther apart.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #802 “Cold coffee”
ㅁ I like to sit here with my coffee beside me until it's quite cold.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #801 “Mollusk dreaming”
ㅁ the snail drew forward tasting the road's bare gravel dreaming of raindrops
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #800 “Stop”
ㅁ On the edge of cold, the damp moss floats on the stones; a puff of breath fades.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #799 “A slug’s destiny”
ㅁ So, roads must be crossed? Even when the air is cool? Strike a path, set out.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #797 “The lexical desert”
ㅁ No words anywhere: just trees and shrubs, seeking sky... and a bird, hungry.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #792 “Introspective before dawn”
ㅁ Before morning's light chill darkness laps at the walls; you can hear the water.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #791 “The remnants of civilizing forces”
ㅁ A bird hops along... The logging slash, like driftwood: White bones of progress.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #789 “Calendrical knowledge”
ㅁ A list of numbers: life reduced to some gnosis. Dusk comes earlier.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #788 “Actually, it IS a machine”
ㅁ Rain and rain and rain: the sound is like a machine; A stream finds the sea.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #787 “Advice I should give to myself”
ㅁ With a misanthrope, Just strive for coexistence, But don't become one.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #785 “Post-equinoctial pause”
ㅁ Dawn at first of fall, A brightening sky pales east, Trees droop in stillness.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #784 “Clouds, negligent in their duties”
ㅁ Normally, the clouds hang on the mountain like hands; lately, not so much.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #783 “As misanthropes will do”
ㅁ misanthropes grumble no solutions can be found the sun still rises
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #782 “Ecological cycles”
ㅁ It's not natural: the greenness of the waters; some algae bloom lurks.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #781 “Arboreal invitations”
ㅁ for now, the dreams come: trees beckon, wave in the wind, while the night sweeps in.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #780 “Epiphanies of scale”
ㅁ The sea manifests its scale, body curled, an unworldly, diving whale shows its tail.
– an englyn of some kind.
Caveat: Poem #779 “After the collapse”
ㅁ civilization makes its efforts and tries hard but the trees will win
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #777 “Statements of true fact”
ㅁ The forest makes its own overarching assertions against human works.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #776 “Time, impelled by the tides”
ㅁ Sometimes in a day one grows older than in months watching the tide rise.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #719 “Heaven’s opinion”
ㅁ I'll leave this country during a sticky heatwave - the heavens offended.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #718 “Clarity”
ㅁ clarity is blue the sky hurls it light at me but I like dark too.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #716 “Uncovered”
ㅁ a coverless night too hot to even bother the air presses down
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #696 “The daily epiphany”
ㅁ I commute by foot for each day's epiphany, brought by windspun leaves.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #695 “Animacy”
ㅁ chaos and the rain reach for the sky while touching impertinent earth
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #685 “Korea bound”
ㅁ So I got on board, the air stale and tomorrow a monsoon's embrace.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #657 “Ouroboros”
ㅁ the worm ate its tail, like each year following year, named ouroboros.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #650 “A walk through a patch of forest”
ㅁ The bare branches gone, instead the paths are sheltered by long arches of green.
– a failed haiku (a pseudo-pseudo-haiku?).