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.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
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.
Caveat: Poem #1939 “Objective”
ㅁ rogue cartographers try to shift reality artistically
– a pseudo-haiku.
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).