#Poetry #Haiku #Senryu
ㅁ the alder leaves fade sometimes fail to turn yellow just fall down instead
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #2961 “The origin of the text”
ㅁ Words pile up, all jumbled, accumulate. Their meanings collect in semiotic berms, to surround the world's events, but without intention, like rain, until at last a text is produced.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2960 “Last night’s sunset”
ㅁ the sky became large under the clouds' influence drunk on gold sunlight
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2959 “Behind the scenes”
ㅁ Weak demons undertake subterfuges; without magic, they bend reality.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2958 “Descriptive passage composed while looking out over the adjacent sea”
ㅁ The eagle has a plan: soar. Fly up, first, with wings' strength - a burst - before settling to a glide, no more.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #2957 “The vacuum of deep space”
ㅁ Sometimes I fail to write. The morning plays out, empty. There's no poetry.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2956 “A very short poem on the subject of a medium-sized slug making progress across the driveway”
ㅁ Slug. Westbound. Ambitious. Or just hungry. Slow.
– a “lanterne” cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2955 “Oneiric visitation”
ㅁ I dreamed that she died. My mother became a ghost. She came to visit.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2954 “Psychology”
ㅁ My mind is a parliament of selves. Angry debates rage on the floor, while the nation, rudderless, careens from rock to rock. The prime minister, having outsourced decisions, resigns. Closed.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2953 “So many shirts”
ㅁ We got many shirts here at our little gift store I spent hours folding
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2952 “That one hole in the roof”
ㅁ Drop! The leak sent water to the bucket which I'd positioned to catch all the drops.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2951 “Trail maintenance”
ㅁ I trimmed some branches that blocked my small trail: too easy, can't fail, so I walked along, cutting, while birds talked.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #2950 “The detaching”
ㅁ I think the silence isn't there. Instead, the world is random sound, but all inside, a constant blare. I think the silence isn't there. A buzzing rules the inner air, all meaning's lost, like sailors drowned. I think the silence isn't there. Instead, the world is random sound.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2949 “Mo(u)rning”
ㅁ I awoke to the sound of the rain. Here in my treehouse, it is loud. Sometimes it sounds like voices: murmurations of ghosts, desultory sounds, gravity's words, the gods melt, climb down, cry.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2948 “The way through”
ㅁ the next wor(l)d exists after the previous wor(l)d in liminal space
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2947 “Weird person”
ㅁ My numerous eccentricities - this weird self-hosted blog thingy, the cartographic hobbies, sleeping on the hard floor... This pile of habits make me wonder: perhaps I'm just a crank.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2946 “The war was lost”
ㅁ the raindrops commenced a war on the earth and trees which was quickly lost
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2945 “Some fish”
ㅁ blub! the fish swam along plunged up and out and back down with a splash tasting the rain.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2944 “Yes sergeant”
ㅁ having been in the army; times like these: discipline, freeze, just agree, exhaustion seethes in me
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #2943 “The small lamp on the table”
ㅁ With August not yet over, now, a fall-like day arrives, as rain. The light has changed. I'm not sure how. With August not yet over, now, it's like a pause in time. The tao of things; the seasons shifting, vain. With August not yet over, now, a fall-like day arrives, as rain.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2942 “Saṃsāra”
ㅁ Forest demons watch time's debilitating wheel and they gloat, with joy.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2941 “Getting there”
ㅁ A slug was westbound near the water cistern's base. A mindful commute.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2940 “Indeterminacy”
ㅁ short's better... fewer words... well, maybe more: you got things to say... so just make sentences, or run-on masses of text, sesquipedalian rhythms, even wax poetic if you can.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2939 “Cope”
ㅁ overwhelmed, day to day... zoom in on particulars, and just try to cope
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2938 “Entreaty”
ㅁ "Rain!" "Soon, now." "We need it." "The gods know this." The man lowered supplicant hands, resigned.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2937 “The map was my loyal companion”
ㅁ The map has abandoned me. Or maybe, alternately, set me free, but it leaves me so lonely.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #2936 “The self-made man”
ㅁ No time like now for dull despair, for setting up bland rationales. We architect our disrepair. No time like now for dull despair. Our moodiness disturbs the air, our monologues destroy morale. No time like now for dull despair, for setting up bland rationales.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2935 “A dog’s error in judgement”
ㅁ The bear decided to head off west. I watched her pass by on the road. I saw a dog following. So they met each other, out along the road. And then the dog, looking scared, ran east, fast.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2934 “Alternate definition”
ㅁ so. these words don't mean what you think they really mean. instead, they just fade.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2933 “Woke up, and then…”
ㅁ It's four forty-one, so early in the morning: unmotivated.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2932 “Rage against too much light”
ㅁ I'll be happy when the sun is gone. Summer here disagrees with me. It's plagued with obligations. Too many visitors. Chores around the house. Social neighbors. I'm annoyed. Lazy: Guilt.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2931 “Along the road while driving home”
ㅁ white flashes from the leaves of the alders as wind suddenly omens season's change
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2930 “Realization”
ㅁ The silence captured the day, subdued it. Up here I sit, in dismay. I realize I've lost my way.
– an englyn penfyr.