ㅁ The salmonberry bloom had come to celebrate the mood of spring's return along the road; the snow did not feel good.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #2077 “The goose’s burden”
ㅁ I saw a goose down in the sea, it seemed to swim with verve, but on its back a load of snow seemed to get on its nerve.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2076 “A for effort”
ㅁ The birds attempted happy songs to celebrate the spring, but still the winds blew rain and sleet and wrecked the whole darn thing.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2075 “Craig weather”
ㅁ The wind in town was strong today, it spun the dust around; the snow was blowing sideways too, but failed to reach the ground.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2074 “Cage of lions and I”
ㅁ Cage of lions and I we are two things Secure within immutability safe inside my sphere I pound my head against its walls begging to be free. Then a man with silver key cracks my prison sets me free. I grab some glue, I gasp for breath I beg the man to take his key, and go away. Patching sphere repairing cracks I turn around and pound my head against its other walls. I know the answer I have asked the questions but no one tells me how Dog and bug are in a room. A green plant.
– a free-form poem. This poem is a “guest post” from my own past: I wrote this poem while in high school, in 1982. I transcribed to my “retroblog” in 2010.
Caveat: Poem #2073 “Luck”
ㅁ If I get lucky I manage to fall asleep, having woke early.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2072 “So long”
ㅁ In April you would think that snow had finished with its song, but here it seems that winter goes, and goes and goes so long.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2071 “Ceci poème n’existe pas”
ㅁ I awoke, and found the blog server had gone down. I'd ceased to exist.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2070 “This one time”
ㅁ This one time I woke up so hungry. I went downstairs to get oatmeal. Eating at strange times is bad: discombobulated, I will forget when things should happen. Anyway, I ate. Done.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2069 “The seedling”
ㅁ I had bought a maple tree seedling. It arrived in the mail last year. I got it a pot with dirt. Last fall it seemed okay. But winter was hard. It is sproutless: no new leaves, no green, dead.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2068 “The great southeast Alaskan drought of last Wednesday, from 1 to 4 PM”
ㅁ The drought lasted for three hours but at last came rain showers to water wilting flowers
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #2067 “El licenciado Vidriera”
ㅁ The meanings spread out, like cracks in glass, diffusing across people's brains.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2066 “On minimalism”
ㅁ A minimalist, I wrote down a few short words and one less short word.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2065 “True fact”
ㅁ I was a small cloud, drifting across a pale sky. The sun was shining.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2064 “Regular events”
ㅁ I was stuck in mud. But then a dog attacked me. She chewed on her stick.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2063 “Bound for the center of mass”
ㅁ I was some water, settling in among the rocks. The earth pulled me down.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2062 “Anticipation”
ㅁ Now I was a seed The dirt was all around me I wanted to grow
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2061 “Fake it, then”
ㅁ I'll pretend I know how to be a sprouting tree but really I don't.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2060 “Just because”
ㅁ I can't make haiku that seem to be at all new so here's a stale one.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2059 “Default behavior”
ㅁ I've failed to avoid a minimalist approach to staying alive.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2058 “Stuff that happened yesterday”
ㅁ Then I walked the dog, and there was a lot of wind. The rain changed to snow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2057 “Preparing to travel”
ㅁ Another dream harassed my wake-up time and left me short of breath as I sat up I'd dreamed I was supposed to move again but running late, I'd failed to start to pack. A child was at my door and begged to know if I would take the time to pack my soul.
– a sexain (AKA hexastich) in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #2056 “Unprepared to travel”
ㅁ A terrible dream: I couldn't find any bus and lost my passport.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2055 “Chillin'”
ㅁ I was a cold fish: there under the dock, drifting, I tasted the sea.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2054 “Awkward”
ㅁ I was a bug, crawling there, when, whoosh, I had a scare: water washed me down the stair.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #2053 “Things to do when you’re an eagle”
ㅁ I rose up through the air on my wings and made sweeping circles, slowly surveying the trees and rocks tasting the salty wind until in the end I chose a spot and swooped down and perched there.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2052 “Failure to comment”
ㅁ "Is there enough rain?" they asked, and the clouds answered, "We cannot comment."
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2051 “Grr”
ㅁ I walked along my path today and gave the plants a glare so mean that in the end they fell back, seemingly aware.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2050 “Mystery”
ㅁ A small bird appeared. It hopped along, branch to branch. It warily watched.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2049 “Not a true fact”
ㅁ I poked the bear's eye with a stick I had with me. This upset the bear.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2048 “Flood”
ㅁ Numbers emerged like leaking water, filling up the machine's hard drive. Gradually, the space filled. Baroque bits of data spread themselves over virtual planes, surfaces until full.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2047 “A poem about its own origin”
ㅁ See, sometimes I wake up in the morning so very early and take the decision to just remain awake, then, and perhaps to try to write down a bunch of syllables: a nonnet.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2046 “Still, they got the cold part right”
ㅁ the morning was cold the forecast had promised snow but there was just frost
– a pseudo-haiku.