ㅁ feeling directionless lacks self-motivation gut-wrenching boredom
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1839 “A riot dressed in all black”
ㅁ Those goddamn ravens carrying on like gossips rioting in trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1838 “A difficult life”
ㅁ The bear shuffled, unwary, and lonesome, among some huckleberries, and scary.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1837 “A stray thought”
ㅁ The deer on the road walked by and paused, looking down, then jumped and ran off.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1836 “A bold move”
ㅁ Suicide's a bold move, like rage-quitting from the world. And there's no backsies. Waking from that dream, you're surprised to be alive. You sit up, startled.
– a pair of pseudo-haiku stanzas.
Caveat: Poem #1835 “Summer’s hour”
ㅁ The summer here refrains from lasting long. Instead it stays some hours, and then moves on. Interpolated clouds extend their damp and dull suggestions lowered down to earth.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1834 “The semiotic dare”
ㅁ I was walking here and there, and searching for some meaning, in the air, on some semiotic dare.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1833 “Temporary sunshine”
ㅁ Around 6 or so the clouds gave way to the sun, but only briefly.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1832 “Look where you’re going”
ㅁ The birds were noisy. They flew around and chattered. One bonked the window.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1831 “The forest floor”
ㅁ Walking along my small trail, I saw a slug's spotted tail, a far mountain's tiny scale.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #1830 “Summer’s winter”
ㅁ The clouds piled themselves, undoing all horizons: summer's winter came.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1829 “Thirty-ninth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon dwelt in her house by the lake built by her grandmothers' hands long ago. Daily she walked the two blocks up the street, rode on the streetcar downtown to her work.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1828 “Not sure what this means”
ㅁ I dreamed the states became balkanized. Nevada was divided up. The senator from Elko believed he was a god. The Las Vegas one was ten years old. She asked me to try too.
– a nonnet. Dreams are weird.
Caveat: Poem #1827 “Colloquy”
ㅁ Still hours till morning sun nevertheless I'm already up and my window's open so I hear the world outside the purposeful discourse of birds and the crunch of deer's feet on gravel.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1826 “Quick! He’s not looking!”
ㅁ I like to watch tomatoes grow but mostly they just wait and only when I turn away do they increase their weight.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #1825 “Advocacy”
ㅁ Then, the fog rolled in, coating the world like childhood, advocating sloth.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1824 “Adrift”
ㅁ I have felt listless wandering through consciousness unanchored in time
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1823 “A full agenda”
ㅁ the raven went east there was a sun to capture and peers to visit
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1822 “One last, pitiable beep”
ㅁ And at last it died: my always-sick computer had a bad, bad day.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1821 “Physical phenomena”
ㅁ The one cloud is pink. That's the nature of dawnlight. The wavelengths are spread.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1820 “Thirty-eighth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon wanders the dreams of the dead, questing through mythical stories, she said. Then she awakes with a start, and she thought "moonlight's cold hands are alive!" - but they're not.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1819 “The nature of time”
ㅁ The future and past blend and blur, intermingle, creating the now.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1818 “Better than darkness”
ㅁ abstractions linger like drifting wisps of torn clouds behind my eyelids
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1817 “Better than light”
ㅁ The dark dwells, uncurious. It lurks darkly, unconscious. It fills spaces, serious.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #1816 “Opportunism among clouds”
ㅁ The clouds can get low: they massage the dim shoreline and poke at the trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1815 “Phantom”
ㅁ In dreams my daughter comes to visit me: a fictive being made of memories. She speaks Korean, tells me things she's seen: I try to listen, offer short replies.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1814 “Chiaroscuro”
ㅁ The sun will sometimes make a try at shining and draw fantastic shapes on all the hills until at last a cloud occludes its glory with brooding landscapes made of pure ennui.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1813 “I did not answer”
ㅁ There on the tree branch, a little blue and brown bird queried my status.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1812 “Nighttime conversation”
ㅁ The demon made suggestions. I listened, asked no questions. Instead, I gave confessions.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #1811 “Gently”
ㅁ A deer walked by on the road. Then another passed, and slowed. And the dawning gray sky glowed.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Poem #1810 “Geographic information system”
ㅁ And it came to pass the database was rendered into a picture.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1809 “Well, that’s handy”
ㅁ I dreamed that I found just lying there abandoned a working chain-saw.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1808 “Like the clouds”
ㅁ I fail at sleeping. Instead, I sit, wide awake: awake like the clouds.
– a pseudo-haiku.