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.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #2469 “A celeric resurrection”
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.
Caveat: Poem #2468 “The rendering real”
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.
Caveat: Poem #2467 “Concretization of the a priori”
ㅁ city: full of nouns, verbs... all parts of speech deployed for some discursive purposes; made real.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2466 “At the stony beach below the house”
ㅁ The tide retreats, shows seaweed, barnacles, stones like knuckles of fists, freed from earth's creed.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #2465 “A skirmish between seasons”
ㅁ There was frost as sun touched shore. Spring's birds worried: what's in store? Perhaps Winter's keeping score.
– an englyn milwr
Caveat: Poem #2464 “Looking south just outside of town”
ㅁ the painterly clouds bestowed light to white fragments: snow still on mountains
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #2463 “The great journey”
ㅁ The spider traveled up the wall, its focus on some goal. The surface made its progress slow: it stumbled at some hole.
– a quatrain in balled meter.
Caveat: Poem #2462 “Dreams imitate life”
ㅁ your online reading's out of hand, when your last dream puts up a paywall
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2461 “With intent”
ㅁ i put the chair there facing toward the window to see the all world
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2460 “An unwise wager”
ㅁ The sun appeared at dawn and seemed to glow. I stepped outside a moment just to see. Two hours passed. Clouds strolled in and set the tone. My mind was shrouded by their grayish game. I played my hand but lost to further rain.
– five lines in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #2459 “The brief ballad of being alive”
ㅁ With unrequited consciousness, we slowly make our way. The rocks and trees don't answer us, and night succumbs to day.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2458 “A decision”
ㅁ Raven spiralled downward surveying the parked cars and chose a black truck to land on, content.
– a cinquain.
#Poetry #Cinquain
Caveat: Poem #2457 “The natural evolution of things”
ㅁ The sun, in the morning, gave way to clouds, later, which then switched to spitting strong wind, and rain.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2456 “A springtime daily chore”
ㅁ Inside my greenhouse a few small things are sprouting, so I watered them.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2455 “Things that happen even in Alaska”
ㅁ and the light changes and Spring begins to take hold and green leaves appear
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2454 “A carcass habit”
ㅁ The dog escaped and ran away - she'd smelled something quite dead. I found her later at the pond, The dead thing near her head.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2453 “Nature’s bureaucracy”
ㅁ The sun appears, and tries a few days. But this here is the rainforest. The clouds own the agenda. Today's meeting topic: Precipitation. Let's discuss this with ourselves: "drip, drop... drip."
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2452 “The neighborhood improvement association”
ㅁ This guy with a machine came along our dirt road and hacked down many shrubs and trees. Un-treed.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2451 “A small mammal experiences regret”
ㅁ The mouse in the greenhouse dug up my planted seeds. Annoyed, I put a trap in there. Sad mouse.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2450 “The travails of retail”
ㅁ "It's dead - no customers," I told my coworker. She felt bad for me, so she bought something.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2449 “The process of composition”
ㅁ Formless thoughts drift like clouds, congeal into phrases, and then appear on blank screens. Easy.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2448 “Transience”
ㅁ The sun made a visit, tasting the trees' branches, encouraging the budding leaves... then left.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2447 “Unwise creature”
ㅁ Dead mouse. Caught in a trap. It had been seeking food. So it came in the scary house. Bad move.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2446 “Sorry, we’re not a pawn shop”
ㅁ "Shorty" came in the store. He was hard up for cash, wanted to sell his liquor flask. Oh well.
– a cinquain.