ㅁ The atoms slowed down the few photons fled the scene the air became still.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1971 “Citizenship”
ㅁ I'm a citizen of these nights' contingencies awaiting the cold.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1970 “Tense”
ㅁ I'm feeling burnt out. I think it's the bad commute: a near hour on ice.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1969 “Bane”
ㅁ No, I'd rather it not rain. Snow is fine, with the moonshine. With the rain ice on the road is my bane.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1968 “Forty-seventh stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon ducked to avoid the man's gaze. He only glanced quickly, stuck in his ways. Once he had gone, she got up and pursued, mind overwhelmed with resolving the feud.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1967 “Forty-sixth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon didn't know what was in store. Riding the train through the night was a bore. Suddenly someone appeared in the car: dangerous face, with a notable scar.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1966 “Forty-fifth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon watched as the fields tumbled by. Moonlight illumined the snow and the sky. Slowly the train made its way down the shore. Kiamon didn't know what was in store.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1965 “Hopes and dreams”
ㅁ I wake up each day and realize I'm a dog. It's so exciting.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1964 “Progress”
ㅁ The sun leaves early. Then the pale dusk hangs around. At last, the stars show.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1963 “The inevitable evolution of things”
ㅁ I have made some friends that I have since failed to keep; time becomes neglect.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1962 “The sign of the shovel”
ㅁ There's no surprise I spent all the night dreaming of snowshoveling.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1961 “Ah, the life”
ㅁ The power was out. So I spent the day reading and shoveling snow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1960 “You read about it first, here”
ㅁ Looping in circles: I dreamed I started a blog. Yes. Another blog.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1959 “Forty-fourth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon thought to herself, what a life: struggling and fighting through battles and strife. Now she could rest for a moment at least, gazing down past the old trees toward the east.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter,
Caveat: Poem #1958 “The day’s start”
ㅁ I wake up early. Too early, but I'm awake. Might as well get up.
– a pseudo-haiku,
Caveat: Poem #1957 “Wisdom”
ㅁ There's no easy path. There are easy points of view. There are hard moments.
– a pseudo-haiku,
Caveat: Poem #1956 “My corporeal hydrology”
ㅁ My body is full of blood. It races around, courses like a flood, rests at the edges like mud.
– an englyn penfyr,
Caveat: Poem #1955 “So it wasn’t that bad”
ㅁ I drove on the icy road, going slow the potholes, though, were all snowed, the clouds glowed.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1954 “Reactionaries”
ㅁ Sad philologists mourn the loss of words unheard and rant against youth.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1953 “Progressives”
ㅁ Failed philologists walk dogs on snow-covered roads and write bad haiku.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1952 “Radicals”
ㅁ Bad philologists invent implausible tongues which no one can speak.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1951 “Centrists”
ㅁ Fun philologists generate appendices for complex fictions.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1950 “Illumination”
ㅁ When I woke up, now, I went out and walked, predawn. Stars and snow made light.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1949 “A dark grey mission”
ㅁ In winter's dark the stones lurk, stark my light's an ark guiding my way. Raindrops glisten; I walk, listen without mission to start my day. I stand and think on the path's brink trees shade like ink... the sky turns grey.
– a rhupunt – a Welsh poem style I tried once before.
Caveat: Poem #1948 “Not quite true”
ㅁ Eldritch cartographers drafted the world, coastlines and islets took shape and unfurled, demons were crafted to lurk in the holes scattered about like impertinent souls.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1947 “Forty-third stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon reached a decision, at last; do what was needed and take on the past; ghosts might object that the time wasn't right; they'd give up soon, and would fade with the night.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1946 “Tag-teamed”
ㅁ Some snow covered the driveway, but then rain overtook it again, and all day snow and rain, switching, at play.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1945 “If you look closely enough”
ㅁ Bored cartographers add improbable places which you can detect.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1944 “And they succeed”
ㅁ Mad cartographers try to make a world in which physicists shudder.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1943 “Apathy”
ㅁ Dumb cartographers draw some lines, call it a day. The next guy gets lost.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1942 “The map”
ㅁ Lost cartographers are fundamental failures. I mean... got the map?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1941 “Deception”
ㅁ fake cartographers produce their maplike objects to impress people
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1940 “Banalities”
ㅁ dull cartographers reproduce the lived-in world slavishly banal
– a pseudo-haiku.