ㅁ A skeleton beast rampaged somewhat cheerfully through my morning dreams.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Kiamon noted the rats by the grate. Sunset had passed, and the time had grown late. Streetcars were scarce. A dull mist filled the air. Facing her future, she muttered a prayer.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. This is yet another random snippet from the life of Kiamon, a fictional being in an imaginary world.
ㅁ These daily trees appear each day, and still you'd think I'd tire of such monotony; but each of them's unique, and proves to us the world's a space much bigger than our minds.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
ㅁ I didn't sleep well. There were strange snippets of dreams. Plumbing with barcodes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Ghosts surveyed solid things, made conclusions: being spirits offered advantages.
– a tetractys.
#Poetry #Tetractys
ㅁ air got warm... well, speaking relatively: warm enough to thaw the frost on the road
– a tetractys.
ㅁ sad lolcow quite angry but amusing everyone there just laughing and pointing
– a tetractys. The word “lolcow” is contemporary slang – it means a foolish person who is the object of ridicule and bullying.
ㅁ sun setting did that thing the colors stacked red orange yellow green blue deepest night
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Frost occurs as air cools close to the ground: The wind-ghosts flee and all things become still.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Kiamon left her old daydreams behind, knowing at this point she'd best clear her mind. Sneaking suspicions took root in her brain: people were plotting a hidden campaign.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
ㅁ The raven stood beside the road, perched there along some stones. Some hunter'd left a pointless pile of disregarded bones.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ I drive to town a lot these days, sometimes it is a bore. I've started naming potholes, now, 'cause them, you can't ignore.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ heavy snow frozen night icy road crisp winter damp drizzle slushy afternoons absent sun second winter clear day overcast day unrepentant snow desultory spring this alaskan summer lasts a day or two before the rainforest reasserts itself prioritizing precipitation heavy rain hungry potholes brown leaves insistent autumn
– a quennet.
ㅁ I dreamed I wrote some nifty code to solve my business needs. The dream-world seems to have forgot that's not where retail leads.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ So, death and dreams each take their toll they interrupt our thoughts; the one can stop things for all time, the other's just three dots...
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ Past. Future. Or right now. We sort things out. The arrow of time sometimes becomes bent.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Find some words, write them down. They will make sense, as long as you present them in order.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ light arrives quite slowly as winter comes the equinox has passed and clouds persist
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Kiamon challenged the facts that she found; someone'd created them, spread them around. Lacking in proofs, she just studied the clues, finding strange holes in the logic of news.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. The continuing ruminations of a fictional character, Kiamon.