ㅁ The map was made first. Then the world was created. Gotta have a plan.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ cut off from convenience from civilization from banal madness -- here on this island
– a cinquain.
ㅁ A slug made quick progress across the gravel road, but "quick" is a relative term: time passed.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Some trees suddenly give up and die. The saplings put out lots of leaves, all yearning and glowing green. And then something happens, the leaves start drooping, and shrivel up. Other trees progress fine.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ I started repairs on the worn-down boat trailer: bolts' threads rusted smooth.
– a pseudo-haiku.
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ㅁ The dog had stopped to smell the ditch, she pushed her nose in deep. A bone was found of some dead beast: "Oh this, I think, I'll keep!"
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ Some days, there's nothing. Just birds. Just trees. Just a slug. Okay - that's a few things.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Light comes down from the clouds as it were real; the trees perpetuate the illusion.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Never reconsider impulsive decisions; you might end up feeling there'd been... mistakes.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ drizzle flavored the day, like a mist so heavy that it was drawn to the earth's stones: strong clouds
– a cinquain.
ㅁ I walked the dog along the road, she peed upon the grass; and then she turned and ate those plants: "It tastes just like my ass!"
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ Ghosts pretend that the world is not only made up of others who are also ghostly. They obsess over perceived living creatures with jealousy, denying their shared ontology.
– a reverse nonnet.
ㅁ Fog and clouds, grasp mountains, conceal the sky: The morning's a line between sea and mist.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ The sun departed for a short while. In the night, the grass grew fiercely. The birds prepared some new songs, not unlike their old songs. Dreams were passed around, like currency: diurnal creatures slept.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ Sun arrived, dried things out, awoke the trees - but it always makes me feel my home's lost.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Kiamon dreamed that the mountains had crashed stones tumbling down so the road was all smashed; workers had come to repair what they could. Dawn showed its hand: gravel fill, shattered wood.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
ㅁ some wind caressed the sea motivated the trees caused the birds to alter their plans made waves
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Some days when I wake up, I feel anti-social. I don't want to deal with people. No words.
– a cinquain.
My third volume of poetry is published.
This includes daily poems from mid 2020 through mid 2022. Paperback copies can be purchased on Amazon (link) or, as with the earlier volumes, free PDF’s are downloadable on my Books page (link). As with all the poems, they’re also available online on this here blog.
ㅁ I dreamed I found a typo in a poem, but when I went to fix it I could not. The typo squirmed away like some small beast, escaping from my cursor, while I cursed.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
ㅁ The days pile up and make a blur; procrastination rules. The nights provide their pointless dreams; intentions are for fools.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.