ㅁ dreamed my brain was broken from overuse tried using pillows and some stacks of old books held my head a certain way to replicate the same function but alas everything was vague
– a reverse nonnet.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #2534 “The big city, population 4”
ㅁ Since the fire in 19, we've been here without any neighbors: just birds. Now people inhabited the next lot to the east. They talk and do things, make lots of noise; suddenly: city life.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2533 “Pre-butlerian ballad”
ㅁ Machines were made of words and stuff, they seemed to learn to think; and over time they seemed to rule, and human fate would sink.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
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 #2531 “Making do”
ㅁ cut off from convenience from civilization from banal madness -- here on this island
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2530 “Progress”
ㅁ A slug made quick progress across the gravel road, but "quick" is a relative term: time passed.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2529 “Disjoint moments”
ㅁ time was all broken pieces left lying around events left unstrung
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2528 “Arboriculture”
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.
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 #2525 “Finding treasures”
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.
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 #2523 “RE future plans”
ㅁ Death can come anytime, unexpected. But it's best not to assume it's easy.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2522 “Illusion”
ㅁ Light comes down from the clouds as it were real; the trees perpetuate the illusion.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2521 “A song for the ages”
ㅁ Art requires a kind of pretentiousness. Please accept my apologies for this.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2520 “Retrospective”
ㅁ Never reconsider impulsive decisions; you might end up feeling there'd been... mistakes.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2519 “Gravity”
ㅁ drizzle flavored the day, like a mist so heavy that it was drawn to the earth's stones: strong clouds
– a cinquain.
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 #2517 “A dog’s meditation”
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.
Caveat: Poem #2516 “Controversial statement”
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.
Caveat: Poem #2515 “A line”
ㅁ Fog and clouds, grasp mountains, conceal the sky: The morning's a line between sea and mist.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2514 “Under cover of darkness”
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.
Caveat: Poem #2513 “Geology”
ㅁ rocks pile up take up space form continents move around over very long time-scales
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2512 “Solar regret”
ㅁ Sun arrived, dried things out, awoke the trees - but it always makes me feel my home's lost.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2511 “Life imitates art”
ㅁ Then stories coalesced, became concrete; and fiction was re-rendered into fact.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2510 “Seventy-second stanza”
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.
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 #2508 “More of the same”
ㅁ chill rainfall visited the waiting trees as if they really wanted more moisture
– a tetractys
Caveat: Poem #2507 “Noise”
ㅁ There's an irony with a nearly deaf person: they are very loud.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2506 “Causes, effects”
ㅁ some wind caressed the sea motivated the trees caused the birds to alter their plans made waves
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2505 “The hermit”
ㅁ Some days when I wake up, I feel anti-social. I don't want to deal with people. No words.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem: Volume 3: Mostly among Trees
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.
Caveat: Poem #2504 “Autonomous cartography”
ㅁ The map as it's rendered shows the territories unbounded by reality; set free.
– a cinquain.