ㅁ The slug was all black. It slithered cheerfully there. I named it Darth Slug.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #2592 “Arrows of intent”
ㅁ the map showed arrows, an unlikely optimism: the potential world
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2591 “Acknowledging the gravity of the situation”
ㅁ a gust of wind blew some yellow leaves hurled themselves down against the earth
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2586 “Piles of sighs”
ㅁ Things began to slow. The day yielded to evening and the sighs piled up.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2585 “Working hard lately”
ㅁ I have been so tired. Today I woke up at four. I went back to sleep.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2584 “Standard procedure”
ㅁ the morning took steps to ameliorate night and dispel darkness
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2583 “Downrange”
ㅁ Down in the ditches, dodging rocks, excavators... immersed in my dreams
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2581 “So tired”
ㅁ My body was tired, so then my brain stopped working, which was quite awkward.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2580 “The alien”
ㅁ The sun's alien in this rainforest landscape. I await its going.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2579 “Pogo whacker”
ㅁ the "pogo whacker" is a thing for compacting, pounding down the rocks
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2576 “The floor is open to comments”
ㅁ some ravens at six-mile congregate and flap around discuss the weather
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2567 “Breakfast”
ㅁ so, eating oatmeal, sitting, looking out at clouds that turn pink and gold
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2566 “Traffic jam”
ㅁ our rough, gravel road hosts maybe nine or ten trucks going by each day
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2564 “Early days, though”
ㅁ there's a little shift in the air, the look of trees, almost like autumn
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2563 “What I saw at the bridge”
ㅁ The bear walked along through flowing river water hoping for a fish.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2562 “Composition”
ㅁ I sat in silence. I wanted to find more words - better, stronger words.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2558 “The yellow bird”
ㅁ a small yellow bird stands on the tree branch outside and shares ideas
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2557 “Those clouds”
ㅁ Some small clouds hovered, unsolicited and cool, against the hillsides.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2552 “A flash of blue”
ㅁ The stellar jay squawked I saw it hop in the yard it looked back at me
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2547 “Lack of exercise”
ㅁ both batteries dead seems the boat has gotten tired from lack of exercise
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2541 “The origin of lost words”
ㅁ The protagonist began to plan a haiku about these lost words.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2539 “The return”
ㅁ a woman stopped by and drowned herself in the sea each day near sunset
– a pseudo-haiku. To be clear, this is fiction – as some portion of my poetry always is.
Caveat: Poem #2537 “Hijinks”
ㅁ There have been eagles loitering around, lately, up to their hijinks.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2536 “Water supply”
ㅁ The pipes required work. This plumbing is a constant, here in Alaska.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2532 “Don’t forget the environmental impact report”
ㅁ The map was made first. Then the world was created. Gotta have a plan.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2529 “Disjoint moments”
ㅁ time was all broken pieces left lying around events left unstrung
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2527 “Pending”
ㅁ the tasks were undone and sculpted like wind-borne waves on the rocky beach
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2526 “Progress”
ㅁ I started repairs on the worn-down boat trailer: bolts' threads rusted smooth.
– a pseudo-haiku.
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Caveat: Poem #2524 “Inventory”
ㅁ Some days, there's nothing. Just birds. Just trees. Just a slug. Okay - that's a few things.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2518 “Trip on a rock”
ㅁ with the stream of time you try to just jump across but then you get wet
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2509 “Things a dog might say”
ㅁ "Hang on!" said the dog, "This is very important: I gotta smell this."
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2507 “Noise”
ㅁ There's an irony with a nearly deaf person: they are very loud.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2500 “Keeping count”
ㅁ Twenty-five hundred random poetic objects: some are good; some aren't.
– a pseudo-haiku. This numerological poem is actually not accurate – I know this for a fact. There have been several instances of “hiccups” in my numbering system, such that actually this poem is probably 2502 or 2503…. But it’s too difficult to go back and re-number everything.