ㅁ dreams in cyrillic arise from watching the war craft disjoint stories
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #2037 “Violent hopes”
ㅁ ХАЙ ЖИВЕ, ВІЛЬНА УКРАЇНА! historical hopes proud hopes possible hopes revanchist expectations diplomatic action logistical action military action geopolitical advancement necessary war justified war holy war pointless invasion send them in let them fight take the land burn houses get captured shoot it all go to hell righteous violence mud-strewn violence bitter violence violent hopes
– a quennet.
Caveat: Poem #2036 “Semiotic vacuum”
ㅁ but no words appeared... but nothing had meaning then... but silence ruled us...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2035 “The dream was shown to be an illusion upon waking”
ㅁ I dreamed it was night I was surrounded by dark but then I woke up
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2034 “Fiftieth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon doubted they'd ever make sense: ghosts always tended to opt for suspense; speaking at times when she danced for them, true; sadly their meanings gave no single clue.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #2033 “Compositional context”
ㅁ My window is a darkened square where ghosts can hide and lurk; the night outside is made of snow and inside, here, I work.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2032 “Release of electrical spirits”
ㅁ The breaker'd waited long enough to let out wisps of smoke; electrons came, electrons went, and in the end it broke.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2031 “Behind the mountain”
ㅁ The sun was in the sky all day but hid behind the trees and all the same the air was ice embittered by a breeze.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2030 “Arabesques”
ㅁ The frost arrived and settled down, and plotted out its plans, drew diagrams and detailed maps across cold wood in spans.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2029 “Premonition”
ㅁ I once believed I'd live so long and basically I have... But as my life goes on and on I think more of my grave.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2027 “Darn”
ㅁ The tree had done its best to live including growing roots; but then the wind had whipped along and broke its attributes.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2026 “Anchorite”
ㅁ Just off the Port Saint Nick Road, here, my hermitage resides among the trees where cars can't go my dampened spirit hides.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2025 “Hypothetically untreed”
ㅁ Before leaving for work I walked there - down by the treehouse, by the sea. I check on it every day. So far it hasn't moved. Sometimes I worry. I imagine going there, finding doom.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2024 “Squashed like a bug, more like”
ㅁ The storage tent gave up the ghost, the weather had been such that over time its structure'd failed the stress had been too much.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2023 “Record keeping”
ㅁ The dog will sniff from here to there; her nose will show the way. She tries to find the places where she'd stopped the other day.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2022 “Phase transition”
ㅁ No rain is quite like rain at dawn - it wakes you up, you see; a rain like that is integral to making dreams be free.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2021 “Mostly empty space”
ㅁ The sea is not what seems to be, instead it sloshes there: a mass of molecules and space that grasps up at the air.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2020 “Not what it seems”
ㅁ The moon was there behind the clouds, and lurking like a whale; the sky was like the surging sea: a torn cloud showed its tail.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2019 “Gnomic remarks”
ㅁ The map was drawn by idiots it failed to show the way; instead it lead the gullible to lostness - and astray.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2018 “Announcement”
ㅁ When I was young I liked the rain it always seemed to sing. I'm older now but I still like that tapping, plonking thing.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2018 “Unfortunately delayed”
ㅁ The dream presented seas in flood I had to flee the flow But at my spot along the road the buses were too slow.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2017 “Your loss”
ㅁ The words, they fell like winter rain, they scattered as they fell. Those listening refused to hear, in silence they would dwell.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2016 “Universality”
ㅁ the weirdness of the banal extends even past nightfall to occupy a dreamt thrall
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #2015 “Bad Code”
ㅁ My own software has some bugs my brain seems to be on drugs though it's just neurons like slugs
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #2014 “Here in the rainforest”
ㅁ the rain and then more rain came not even the clouds bore blame instead everything stayed same
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #2013 “Melting”
ㅁ I shovel paths through the slush. The rain on trees breaks the hush. Some snow slides down in a rush.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #2012 “Title”
ㅁ the poem starts out with energy full of ambition and big plans but then as the lines proceed concepts are forgotten syllables cut off words are unused things get terse shorter stop
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2011 “Detail”
ㅁ space and time unfolding operating not quite like clockwork more like a blind person reading out each moment's steps in a tactile way across knots tied in tiny strings made of ether
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2010 “Swonk”
ㅁ Swonk! Some snow tumbled down out of a tree as the falling flakes shifted back to cold rain transforming all the landscape into a tableau of churned slush mostly quiet except for the dripping.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2009 “Into that good night”
ㅁ I spend my time around old people people who nurture their anger and their fears and resentments they craft conspiracies to frighten themselves insult objects dread yet crave gentle death
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2008 “The procedure”
ㅁ walk along behind the dog among the trees that grasp fog then record it for the blog
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #2007 “In the lee of the mountain”
ㅁ The rain can bring windy days, but from the southwest. It stays calm right here where our house lays.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #2006 “Reserved”
ㅁ there's a pile of books just there by that other one worth reading I guess
– a pseudo-haiku.