ㅁ You have something you meant to achieve? Then life introduced obstacles? You just procrastinated? Consider that all past. Disregard failures. Instead, live, now: contemplate random things.
– a nonnet.
Category: Nonnet
Caveat: Poem #2810 “An evaluation”
ㅁ Two ducks swam to the mouth of the creek. One duck was cleaning its damp wings. The other stood and walked out. It looked around the beach: gravel strewn with stones. Quite unimpressed, it turned back, swimming north.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2809 “Keeping watch”
ㅁ It was important to confront it: this morass of uncertainty, a density of fierce doubts so unprecedented that I no longer bothered to sleep but instead vigiled nights...
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2808 “How it works”
ㅁ The world insists on ignoring ghosts. This is to the ghosts' benefit. It frees them to haunt at will. They can hang, unnoticed. They can poke and prod, induce visions, alter things, visit, dance.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2803 “Purpose”
ㅁ The sun put in a dawn appearance, but by eight the clouds had returned. The illumination fades, and it becomes diffuse. The trees accept gloom, and meditate on purpose, on sky, earth.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2802 “The Love Boat”
ㅁ The dream was an intractable bog. I was working on a cruise ship. There were events for seniors. I spotted someone nearby - my stepmother's face. Then she was gone. A woman told me jokes.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2793 “The final resting place”
ㅁ Once, driving across North Dakota, I crashed into a butterfly. At the time I didn't know, but later, stopped for gas, its beautiful corpse hung there limply: the bumper gave it rest.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2792 “The presentation”
ㅁ The clouds duly presented themselves for our cursory inspection. Their shapes and colors and lines manifested, dreamlike: a painterly view, as if brushstrokes had been drawn across air.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2789 “A moment’s rest”
ㅁ The seagull sat, fat and round and white, as if a short break from eating might perhaps be justified; perched on the metal arch over the wood dock, watching the world, witnessing sun, sea, trees.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2787 “Things seen before dawn”
ㅁ The moon's disk peered down through the trees, lapping at their ragged branches, like an over-eager dog. A wind shifted the trees; the moonshadows danced and drew patterns on the wall. So I watched.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2786 “Dread”
ㅁ Hearing the birds begin their strange songs outside my lair's attic window, heralding an early spring, I'm filled only with dread. Spring is not my thing. The elderly awaken... impose tasks.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2782 “Not yet”
ㅁ Apropos yesterday's reflection: Arthur and I skyped with my mom. "You doing anything fun?" she asked him, just to talk. His answer: "Not yet." Seventy-nine... maybe time to have fun.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2781 “Caregiving to my uncle”
ㅁ Living with Arthur and maintaining any peace of mind is quite hard. These days, he's like his father: obdurate resentment and pessimism, unwavering, flavored with false cheer.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2778 “Hours of geologic time”
ㅁ The temporary glacier out there, made of snow and ice and chilled mud, is gradually unmade by the visitations of churlish raindrops, by the mad gusts of dumb wind. The yard clears...
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2777 “Above”
ㅁ down the steps snow-laden to the hollow with fallen branches where the treehouse stairway provides access to the space damp with the rain and melting snow suspended there among greenery
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2776 “Ephemerality”
ㅁ the atmosphere teems with sadnesses exhaled by all the aimless ghosts that populate the margins of our bland perceptions but when confronted fade right away like vapor rising up
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2773 “That strange custom”
ㅁ The light comes early enough these days, that I can make coffee, breakfast, by the light from the window. But that will change again, next week, when the change - daylight savings - strange custom... remakes night.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2772 “The lurker”
ㅁ The road was covered in snow and ice. I'd decided on a short walk. I had no specific plan. The snow crunched underfoot. The light was purple. A pothole lurked, under snow... ate my foot.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2771 “The present moment”
ㅁ Walking from the car... the snow crunches. Late dusk: the road is lit purple. I like when it gets this cold. Mortality flavors unrepentant air and I know, then: what matters: only: now.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2770 “A teller of tales”
ㅁ My life as a ghost has ups and downs. I don't always haunt as I'd like. Some days, people can see me. The insist I talk and join discussions, tell anecdotes. What's this ghost, sharing tales?
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2768 “And then I woke up”
ㅁ I was detained by authorities at a surreal border crossing, where they demanded my phone - oddly, not my laptop. I stood between them, two guys speaking strange language. Such are dreams.
– a nonnet.
#Poetry #Nonnet
Caveat: Poem #2751 “Now with AI assistant”
ㅁ No. We can't. It's too hard. Impossible. Unreasonable. So don't even ask us. On the other hand, there's this. It's a fine product, with AI. We burned a lot of coal making it.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2748 “Hypnagogic preoccupations”
ㅁ I awake too early, yet again. The worries displace the thick dreams, which nevertheless linger, so worries about work are flavored with ghosts disconsolate and surreal remnant webs
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2746 “Holy”
ㅁ So. Holy, holy, holy, holy... the potholed road of Port Saint Nick an old stretch of tree-lined road beside the rolling sea on rainy muskeg in Alaska where I live alone. So.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2745 “The song was important, somehow”
ㅁ In the dream, a robot read my blog... was moved to write a disco song. The song provided backing to subsequent events, including crashes, mad truck races, woodworking, aimless talks..
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2741 “Distortions on the territory’s map”
ㅁ Like drizzle but frozen: the snow had come, a slow world-filling, tree and stone covering, gradual envelopment, muting the atmosphere's flavors, leaving the territory all blurred.
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Poem #2740 “An implicit teleology”
ㅁ so at last it happened snow made contact piled up on the ground not really that deep though still I got the shovel out and scraped the powder off the steps left footprints across the neighborhood
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Poem #2726 “Retreat”
ㅁ The mind takes cover beneath a stone, calcified remnants of old thoughts, edifices against time, against introspection, recondite, armored. And there it hides. It might peek; but it hides.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2721 “Cantankerous denial”
ㅁ Cantankerously, he denied it: "I'm not at all cantankerous!" Perhaps he misunderstands the semantic valance of the words themselves. Alternately, inside views differ. Sigh.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2720 “무슨소리”
ㅁ I dreamed I was running a gift store. That was a very shocking dream. But the store was in a mall in suburban Seoul and I was confused because no one understood what I said.
– a nonnet.
#Poetry #Nonnet
Caveat: Poem #2713 “The demagogue”
ㅁ the smiling man took over my dream like a malign force of nature setting up a place to work with destructive machines up beside the road and then began a long rant about trees
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2710 “En la calle”
ㅁ I dream I'm in Mexico City, all mixed up with Seoul's suburbs; subways take me strange places; a stray cat follows me; I'm on my old street: federales in black cars, smoking, watch.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2709 “Chthonic contemplations”
ㅁ A pilot's theory about the earth is likely oppositional: the earth is an obstacle best to be avoided, by necessity handled gently, touched lightly... solid fear.
– a nonnet.