Category: Haikuish Objects

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Seen objectively,
they'll be overdetermined:
that pile of big rocks.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Sometimes I despair.
There's no satisfaction, now.
It's just plodding through.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I can dream a map
with surprising precision,
but it fades too fast.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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My dream processor
presents a blank screen to me...
but still, I'm dreaming.

– a pseudo-haiku. It might be possible to have a lucid dream with no content.

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winter's inertia
insists on persisting, here,
inside my small brain

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I express silence
with seventeen syllables
that all cancel out.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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No words can survive
an assault by the weather.
It's raw qualia.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I just want to sit.
I can read a book or draw.
Otherwise, I'm tired.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Some ducks at the dock...
I'm not sure what they're up to.
They're making ripples.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The rain turned to snow.
But the sun was out, shining.
I saw a snow-bow.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Sunday's "Don't do list":
Don't bring up resurrections
that never happened.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Some birds showed up here
in the tree past my window
and made lots of noise.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Sunday's "don't do list":
don't write a rant about roads
that no one will read.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Today's "don't do list":
Don't go to work on Sunday.
Don't struggle with work.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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This here metaphor,
pointlessly accessible,
is a fantasy.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Like a simile,
these words have a role to play,
but no one hears them.

– a pseudo-haiku. This is one of those rare daily poems that essentially appeared in my mind already fully-formed at my moment of awaking.

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Right now, there's nothing
I can think of to write, here,
so you will see this.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The raven set out,
across the wide parking lot,
preferring to walk.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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This haiku's not one.
It starts out with the right shape,
but then it kind of just rambles off in some kind of vague narrative.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The following day,
the white powder doubled down,
insulating all.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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So, in the morning,
snow had taken possession
of all the forest.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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In the dream: old walls...
tumbled, fell, self-destructed...
and nothing was left.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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No one comes along.
I celebrate solitude.
No person stops by.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I saw six ravens,
congregating in a tree,
having discussions.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Today's "Don't Do List":
Don't compose pointless haiku.
Don't stare at your screen.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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With some momentum,
I can manage to get through,
but the day is long.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Awake, four-thirty.
I witness the setting moon:
light off the water.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The world was unreal.
Perceptions arose from minds,
wholly untethered.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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With fragments of time
I can sketch out a full day
like a vague collage.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Three months in shadow.
But then the sun clears the ridge...
photons find the earth.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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If you please, some words?
Can you summarize your day?
Nah, nothing much new.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I derive pleasure
from such simple things, sometimes:
this morning's coffee.

– a pseudo-haiku.