ㅁ I step out onto the north balcony. The railing is covered with rime. The sun had set hours ago. Clear nights here mean cold nights. They mean scattered frost. I see a duck: Floating, there; Above, Stars.
– a nonnet.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1641 “Used words”
ㅁ Here are some of the words I have used; they present themselves to you all for your consideration; they might not be so clear, and they might lack flow; in halts and starts, they tumble outward, lost.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1640 “A mountain’s moods”
ㅁ Sunnahae has moods demarcated by the clouds showing gold or white.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1639 “Splinters”
ㅁ I cut all these boards so they'll fit together right, but I got splinters.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1638 “Frictionless planet”
ㅁ A pale slush appeared coating road and rock and rail denying traction.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1637 “Archeology”
ㅁ My papers in piles, a vague archeology indicating time.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1636 “Wariness”
ㅁ The stellar jay hopped. There on a branch, watching me. Distrustful creature.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1635 “Onomatopoeic summary”
ㅁ I commute to town via potholes. Sometimes I can dodge them, swerving. But always, it's bumpiness. Thachunkity roughness. Umpadonkiness. Thunka wunka. Slow-fast-stop. Rattle. Bonk!
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1634 “Cooling”
ㅁ The stars had appeared as the clouds yielded to wind and the damp air froze.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1633 “By feel”
ㅁ It's dark and I walk Just the dimmest light from stars Ah there's a tree.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1632 “Visionary”
ㅁ I woke so early. The open window murmured. I watched the darkness.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1631 “Mostly cloudy”
ㅁ Okay, just a patch of blue sky making a show but the clouds return.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1630 “Winter in the rainforest”
ㅁ Last winter at this time, the cold hummed. It tasted trees and wrought sparkles. It made the road as cool glass. This winter's song's distinct. It sends endless storms. It layers rain upon rain upon rain.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1629 “The song must go on”
ㅁ The rain and the snow alternated while clouds passed. But I heard a bird.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1628 “A boatless sail”
ㅁ The wind absconded with the big dirty white tarp. So I put it back.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1627 “Nope”
ㅁ Do you really think anyone's going to read all these dumb haikus?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1626 “Fragmented reality”
ㅁ Shards of reaction against a world not well-known scatter through our minds
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1625 “The recurring maps in my dreams”
ㅁ Dreamed I searched for a book but failed to find wandered cities, towns the tierra caliente in Mexico's humid south a book of hand-drawn maps appeared the man refused to sell it to me
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1624 “Parallel”
ㅁ The tree took two paths: both were upward wanderings, both sought out the sky.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1623 “Thirty-second stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon struggled to push on alone, lacking the help her ancestors had known. Dancing the stories she'd learned as a child, Ghosts only watched like shy beasts in the wild.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1622 “More than seven”
ㅁ How many raindrops? Well, it seems like quite a few. So I stopped counting.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1621 “Inhumanism”
ㅁ Robinson Jeffers was a poet who felt that humans were bad news.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1620 “Midwestern interlude”
ㅁ thunder and lightning: rare in southeast Alaska; but this morning, boom!
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1619 “Each poem reflects its time of composition”
ㅁ Sitting each morning to write poems yields only morning thing poems.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1618 “The air takes action”
ㅁ Wind solid transparent ephemeral touches of cold air damp with the falling rain making the trees' branches wave and lash at the resistant sky until at last it yields to the dawn.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1617 “Teleology”
ㅁ Dark mornings surrounding meditations on the topic of the purpose of living and the vague expectations that arise quotidianly and then fade like a gust of wind.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1616 “The procrastinator’s plan”
ㅁ No, I haven't, yet. No, it's a work in progress. No, I'll start it, soon.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1615 “Unchanged”
ㅁ The year rolled over; it seems the same as the last: Trees, rain, rocks, clouds, days.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1614 “But they took the fifth, on the stand”
ㅁ The moon rose, yellow. Its pale disk hovered and glowed. The trees witnessed it.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1613 “Amber”
ㅁ Alongside the road the grass is faded, pale gold, blowing in cold wind.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1612 “Internal contradiction”
ㅁ This poem has words, but no meaning, not a bit. So figure it out.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1611 “Solipsism done wrong”
ㅁ What's motivation? We just neglect our despair: failed solipsism.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1610 “Rime”
ㅁ the frost grows spiky on all the smooth surfaces collecting winter
– a pseudo-haiku.