ㅁ One last morning here, among the Oregon trees. Alaskan trees, soon.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #2654 “Blew some tree down, knocking out power lines”
ㅁ Big wind came along, stole our electricity; we made a nice fire.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2653 “Where the ravens were”
ㅁ The ravens were there, where some hunter had left it: a dead deer's carcass.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2652 “Oneiric bones”
ㅁ A skeleton beast rampaged somewhat cheerfully through my morning dreams.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2650 “Nothing”
ㅁ motivation lost the graying skies insisted that rest would be fine
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2648 “Too many barcodes”
ㅁ I didn't sleep well. There were strange snippets of dreams. Plumbing with barcodes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2635 “One day’s tale”
ㅁ I used up my day. There were many small errands. But they added up.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2630 “Time’s distortion”
ㅁ the week has begun though time is just a seeming a week's an eon
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2629 “Stop”
ㅁ lost motivation enjoyable inertia just taking a break
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2622 “Scheming dreams”
ㅁ i saw pyramids... a hypnagogic moment in the predawn hour
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2621 “The patient treehouse”
ㅁ The treehouse still waits. I had meant to improve it, but summer passed by.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2619 “Link rot”
ㅁ "You've got some dead links." "I think that's a sign of age for web designers."
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2618 “The unconscionable acts of nature”
ㅁ I tripped on my stairs. Gravity assaulted me. That hurt my feelings.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2617 “With the mountain beyond”
ㅁ A rainbow appeared. Light and water, prophecies briefly manifest.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2616 “Environmental impact”
ㅁ Bits of stone were seen, crafted into roads, clearings, washed clean by the rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2615 “What can be made of rain”
ㅁ The wind, it returned. It scooped up bits of rainfall, sculpted into spite.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2612 “And a glimpse of the sun”
ㅁ Driving home last night, I saw the bold sun, setting... out there behind me.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2595 “Stargazing”
ㅁ In a dark moment the lights under my keyboard twinkled like the stars.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2594 “The random dog that joined the walk”
ㅁ A random dog came, decided we would walk him all the way back home.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2593 “Darth Slug”
ㅁ The slug was all black. It slithered cheerfully there. I named it Darth Slug.
– a pseudo-haiku.
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.