ㅁ The eagle cast her eagle eye across the sleeping sea and rested on the dock's cool arch - she'd finished with her tree.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #2405 “The gumption hump”
ㅁ Each thing, impossible, until it's possible, then you have to give it a try. Gumption.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2404 “Invention”
ㅁ The world that's not yet made, unfurls with careful lines, captures the imagination, takes form.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2403 “Same”
ㅁ i sit watching snow fall yesterday it was rain the day before, it had been snow same same
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2402 “Snow blobs”
ㅁ snow blobs stuck to the trees embracing all the stones coating the road aggressively cold curves
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2401 “On the sun’s changing angle of incidence”
ㅁ There was a square of sunlight showing, cast on the floor like detritus, unwanted and forgotten, by an absent-minded and profligate sun - gone these past months, now returned: winter's end.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2400 “Hard-wrought decisions”
ㅁ Light comes. I'll get one more - cup of coffee, that is. I generally do three cups, I think.
– a cinquain. It’s awfully quotidian for such a numerologically significant poem.
Caveat: Poem #2399 “Living life to the fullest”
ㅁ Dog walks. She stops, eats grass. She vomits, looks annoyed. Then Dog eats vomit, satisfied. Great life!
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2398 “As snow will do”
ㅁ Snow fell. It fell slowly. It fell like dull drizzle. It fell onto stones, trees and sea. Whiteness.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2397 “The shadowed earth mocks the sun”
ㅁ The sun attempted reaching down to touch a tree nearby. It stretched its arms to feel its strength... the ground ignored its try.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2396 “Gossip”
ㅁ this guy came in the store he just wanted to talk that's life in a small town i guess oh well.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2395 “The sun’s chilling gaze”
ㅁ It cleared. And then temps dropped. This is what happens here. Clouds are warmer than the sun's gaze. Exposed.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2394 “Because of the wind”
ㅁ still dark it's windy out tree branches whoosh and swing there's a sense of isolation what next?
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2393 “The drought that didn’t happen”
ㅁ It stopped. A few hours passed. The rainless sky was gray. But then the slow drizzle returned. Drought dodged!
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2392 “The new arrivals”
ㅁ the robots came and set up shop, they told their stories too. the people asked them questions then... got answers, sometimes true
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2391 “Young trees in little pots”
ㅁ I bought some trees by internet. They got here just last week. I put them in some little pots. I watch the pots: they leak.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2390 “Signs and omens”
ㅁ the sun came out briefly its bright reappearance left us all at a loss of words strange light
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2389 “An annihilation”
ㅁ perish my destiny remove possible dreams perish all my contemplations shut down
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2388 “A hypothetical language with only adjectives”
ㅁ described adjectival nice, understandable derivative, smooth, poetic simple
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2387 “Weather change”
ㅁ Colder. Crusts of dull snow. Glimpses of a clear sky. Clouds rendered in grays, pinks and golds. Sunset.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2386 “For possible utilization later”
ㅁ I found a sad, discarded washer lying in the grit of the road. It was a ring of iron blending in with the rocks. So I picked it up. You never know... you will need rusty things.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2385 “Idle geological accomplishments”
ㅁ each rock that you have kicked while walking down the road settles into its new moment and waits
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2384 “Dogthoughts”
ㅁ i want to eat that! but also too what is it? thoughts in a dog's mind
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2383 “An Hornopirén of the imagination”
ㅁ Rain and snow and more rain alternated as I drove homeward along the potholed road; I remembered other drives like that time I was in Chile: from Puerto Montt to Hornopirén.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2382 “A weekly ritual”
ㅁ Thursday is shopping day: we drive to town - the store - because of the senior discount... drive home.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2381 “The crunchy remnants of last night’s precipitation event”
ㅁ Last night it must have snowed. But some rain came after, and with morning, it was just ice. Crunchy.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2380 “Coexistence”
ㅁ Rainbows coexisted with a gray cormorant perched nimbly on the pier's railing, in wind.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2379 “No longer”
ㅁ I am, allegedly, a person who's patient. But I think that that's just an act. It fails.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2378 “Driveway quest”
ㅁ Slowly Slug made her way. The terrain was quite rough. Obstacles presented themselves. A quest!
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2377 “In the forest”
ㅁ The bear slumbered somewhere, deep inside the forest. Later, in spring, she'd cross the road. A plan.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2376 “On Patrol”
ㅁ Some ducks patrolled waters in the sea near our dock. It was clearly a group effort. Good work.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2375 “Carcasses”
ㅁ Eagle supervised bones, with a nonchalant air. She knew that they belonged to her. "All mine."
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2374 “Above the road”
ㅁ Raven made a circle using wings, and the air. She landed on a leaning tree. She watched.
– a cinquain.