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.
ㅁ mute dreaming the planet sought a meaning through computations effected by stepwise improvements to molecules over long periods of time so by making monkeys made a mind
– a reverse nonnet.
ㅁ some books on my bookshelves have not in fact been read they represent aspirations vague plans
– a cinquain.
ㅁ spruce tips pale green needles bunched up, like tree-fingers each one pointing outward, groundward, from trees
– a cinquain.
ㅁ some birds log in, mornings, and make declarations, many repetitive statements, all day
– a cinquain.
ㅁ in dreams there's a soundtrack fragments of ancient songs incoherent intrumentals which fade
– a cinquain.
ㅁ The hard-working sky offers its damp opinions against our wishes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Work at the store gets monotonous. Only one or two customers, so I have to find projects. Yesterday, a display that rotates slowly had a broken small motor: stuck gears, rust.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ short words can seem easy but longer words stretch out unexpectedly extensive precise
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Robins everywhere: hopping across the road, making noises among the trees, being.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ The rain here will come regardless of the season: winter rain; spring rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Slugs slowly make progress in crossing paths; I doubt they're over-thinking anything.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ So today is the Buddha's birthday, at least as Koreans count it; not really a holiday, here where I live these days. It's quite late this year... follows the moon: wandering Buddha steps.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ Dust, kicked up into clouds by passing trucks... but then the rain returned and we could breathe.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ My coworker gave a bunch of small cucumbers. Now, what should I make?
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ No. I can't. So instead, if you'll let me... I'll just pretend to make sense and you'll shrug.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Wind, water; so whitecaps appear, pushing... the waves meet the rocky beach of our cove.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ There's no sun and the wind blows. Words form on the page, in rows. Motivation lags. I doze.
– a defective englyn milwr (missing cross consonance).
ㅁ spring for me is a time of dull gloom an endogenous rising-up of feelings of failings of... all my intentions stop While the world speeds up and i resent the present... prefer past
– a nonnet.
ㅁ After days of sun, yesterday was made of fog, recalling childhood.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ I like watching the wind sculpt the sea. It draws patterns on the blue-green. Patches of movement appear. Ripples swing in great arcs. Then the wind strengthens. Waves start dancing. White-caps jump, contort, crash.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ sudden summer-like temps and a bold, glaring sun wilted my young broccoli plants... life's hard
– a cinquain.
ㅁ the trees made a bargain with the chthonic powers: you'll feed us well, and then later, we'll die
– a cinquain.
ㅁ blooming forget-me-nots Alaska's "state flower" spontaneously appearing right here
– a cinquain.
ㅁ spring stresses me out the "to do" list looms too huge i can't put things off
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ a salmon troller parked itself out in the sea waiting for some fish
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Two inches of rain irrigated our forest; it was unneeded.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Some plants which put up sprouts in the greenhouse's dirt have remained unidentified. Some weeds?
– a cinquain.
ㅁ el sol brillaba muy fuerte lo cual me hace imaginar, y sin entender, la muerte: azul abstracto, como mar.
– un cuarteto octosilábico.
ㅁ the sea is all blue there is snow on the mountains but the road's dusty
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Years ago, when I was much younger, I used to have "animal dreams." Mostly I would run and run, like a joyful, wild dog. Sometimes I would rage, crash among trees. But these days, no such dreams.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ I guess I'd put some celery there, up in my low-tech compost pile, to the side of the greenhouse. Yesterday I saw sprouts, green leaves coming out: the celery suddenly put roots, grew.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ The keyboard presents its contoured cubes, a topography of new signs, potential semiotics, captures my attention; it has its own feel: still unfulfilled, sensuous, patient words.
– a nonnet.
