ㅁ rogue cartographers try to shift reality artistically
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1938 “Neurons”
ㅁ The neurons give up and we steadily forget. Nothing to be done
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1937 “Dreams like a whirlwind”
ㅁ several short naps came upon me unawares took my brain by storm
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1936 “Yes, all those things”
ㅁ hallucinations of days of nights of forests of my banal life.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1935 “Platonic ideal”
ㅁ The world offered trees to see. I saw them. They seemed emphatically rather more tree-like to me.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1934 “The day”
ㅁ Got to work, put the flag. There was snow. I'd driven slow, hit no snag. No customers, what a drag.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1933 “Did you try rebooting it?”
ㅁ Hypnagogia: like hitting a soft reset for my buggy brain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1932 “Good thing I missed it”
ㅁ I awoke sweating. I don't feel sick, so what's this? Some exhausting dream.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1931 “Duty”
ㅁ A dog was supervising traffic, there, imperious and proud, beside the road.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1930 “A fine machine”
ㅁ I had a dream in which I stopped my heart There was a button down beside my bed I pressed it once and that would make it stop Another touch would make it start again.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1929 “Best way to handle it”
ㅁ I accepted loss and the failure of the plan. I'd restart later.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1928 “Quotidian concerns”
ㅁ The snow began before the rising sun, but with the dawn it petered out, as rain. I drove to town as usual, again, but wondered if I should have brought the chains.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1927 “A ghost in the machine”
ㅁ In unrendered forests, oddities lurk, awaiting moments when the servers sleep.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1926 “Journal”
ㅁ I've been feeling uninspired: no good words, thoughts like birds, my brain mired, sorta tired.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1925 “Fall back”
ㅁ That silly custom we have in this here country... I slept one more hour
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1924 “Right?”
ㅁ I forgot what's next just sitting around instead you'd think I'd keep track.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1923 “Run the percentages”
ㅁ the air gets chilly but the rain continues on chance of snow tonight
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1922 “Code as abuse”
ㅁ Sometimes computers refuse to do things. This habit springs from abuse: a programmer's unwise views.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1921 “Blackout”
ㅁ Nothing happened, then. The entire night: eventless. Seven hours were lost.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1920 “So that’s done, then”
ㅁ That one leaf was hanging there, still attached, but as I watched, the cold air blew it away, who knows where.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1919 “Shakespeare’s conceit”
ㅁ It's possible to have a dream, I know, that convolutes the mind's perceptions such that all the words the dream presents unfold in quatrains executed in blank verse.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1918 “A stunning vision”
ㅁ Just before the dawn I journeyed down to the beach and saw some pink clouds.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1917 “Signifier / signified”
ㅁ What words could solve the doubts I have each day? There's nothing in these words to understand. Instead I trudge along as if bestowed with words which form a burden in my soul.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1916 “A sign from heaven”
ㅁ Driving home last night: a snowflake among raindrops. Does that mean winter?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1915 “Morning perambulation”
ㅁ I took a walk before the sun came up. A vaguely pinkish cloud betrayed the dawn. The rain had paused to gather up its strength. A mist was gnawing trees off to the west.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1914 “A boat!”
ㅁ Another weird dream: the sea rose and rose higher, and the house floated.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1913 “Great power, great responsibility”
ㅁ I deployed them all: powers of observation. I noticed a bug.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1912 “And that made me think of the poet Labordeta”
ㅁ I dreamed yet another vivid dream: a kafkaesque replay of when I had gone off to grad school. In this version, I stalled, avoided meeting the professors till at last they found me. The woman was quite pleasant to me. She showed me these small clay figures, instructed me to describe each one in fine detail. One was a strange thing: a fire-breathing trolleybus with green eyes.
– a pair of nonnets.
Caveat: Poem #1911 “The right sequence”
ㅁ We must invent things. But what will we do with them? turn them to stories.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1910 “Could have happened somewhere in Mexico but it didn’t”
ㅁ I awoke from an unpleasant dream. There was a very long bus trip. I was sleeping on the bus. But then I was startled. A woman stood there, told me, "Get off." I asked why. She said, "No."
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1909 “The easy path”
ㅁ Upon awaking I heard the hard rain and winds so I stayed inside.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1908 “Steps forward, steps back”
ㅁ work can seem a road to futility or just passing through some tedious labor that's already frustrating only to realize it's wasted as you must now reverse what you'd done.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1907 “The fourth dimension strikes again”
ㅁ time wobbles spins along marches forward takes a little break counts down various things crashes into folds of space makes small matters salient renders important things meaningless
– a reverse nonnet.