ㅁ Freezing rain attacked the road. Or was it frozen, moonlit flakes that snowed, mapped a hieroglyphic code.
– an englyn penfyr.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1575 “Circular, empty channels”
ㅁ I awoke from a dream in which I was dreaming that I couldn't remember a dream I'd dreamt. The pencil hovered on the notepad but both were empty.
– a free-form poem.
Caveat: Poem #1574 “Time’s guiding hand”
ㅁ Time made suggestions. Reality went along. Everything remained.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1573 “A rainline”
ㅁ Off to the north, rain: Spots out over the water. To the south, no rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1572 “Clarification”
ㅁ Some snow was falling. Piles appeared on branches, rocks. Then it turned to rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1571 “Spirited eagle”
ㅁ Some ravens and an eagle jumped to flight along the road to town, as if at play. The eagle fled ahead and found a tree, and perched there calmly looking down, askance. I saw the eagle's breath rise up like steam. I'd never seen that, till that morning's trip.
– six lines in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1570 “Thirtieth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon couldn't help asking the ghosts. Late in the night they would lurk on the coast, drifting along the wide lake's rocky shore, helpless and hoping to not be ignored.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1569 “Twenty-ninth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon sat there and looked at the crowd. Tables were packed and the cafe was loud. Still, down inside, she felt empty as wind. Nothing was true. Her mood was chagrined.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1568 “Twenty-eighth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon knew in the tomb of her heart: All was a dream and she'd wake with a start Trapped deep inside some philosopher's cave. Meanwhile, she wept at her grandmother's grave.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1567 “Twenty-seventh stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon watched as the sun tasted sky. Clouds were flushed gold and she thought she would die. Gusts licked the dawn and the trees failed to show. Angels cavorted across the fresh snow.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1566 “Twenty-sixth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon's mouth was all flavored with dust: tasting like stones and small hintings of rust. These were the nerves that she felt at that time: facing her fears, among trees clothed in rime.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1565 “Glitter”
ㅁ Frost on the gravel thick enough to look like snow, pale bits of lost sky.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1564 “Stellar”
ㅁ The road was all dark. The cloudless sky was dark too. There were many stars.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1563 “Low expectations”
ㅁ I sleep on the floor. This seems like a strange custom: low expectations.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1562 “The origin of urbanism”
ㅁ The city is made... made from abstractions and dreams... dreams that become shapes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1561 “Narcissistic dawn”
ㅁ A band of orange or pinkish cloud is displayed by garish morning.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1560 “Behold the mountain”
ㅁ Before dawn I saw a strip of gold, and of white: Sunnahae, with sun.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1559 “Upcountry”
ㅁ Small sparklings of snow appeared on the trees beyond, beyond other trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1558 “The bear of the imagination”
ㅁ Invisible bears with dubious intentions lurk just beyond view.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1557 “Decline”
ㅁ Modernity's passed. Instead we see our empire's senseless senescence.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1556 “Strata”
ㅁ Where the water'd crossed: Gravel on the forest floor Above the brown duff.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1555 “Opposition to nature”
ㅁ Civilization battles the stones and water with wins and losses.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1554 “Hermitage”
ㅁ I was a hermit. It's easy to just sit here. Really, I still am.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1553 “Don’t believe what you see”
ㅁ No, there are no words. These glowing pixels you see are not really words.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1552 “Twenty-fifth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon knelt down and looked at the ground, searching for signs but they weren't to be found. Standing again, she began to decide where in the world she'd look next, far and wide.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1551 “The intended result”
ㅁ Sometimes there's a whoosh as a raven glides past me. It is surprising.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1550 “Get down”
ㅁ Gravity pulls things: stones, logs, houses, water, me. So I'm getting down.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1549 “As hills will do”
ㅁ Yesterday it rained and rained and rained and rained more so hills sought the sea.
– a pseudo-haiku. Here is a picture taken by my neighbor Jeri, looking across the inlet from the top of 10-mile hill toward the major landslide at 4.3 mile on the road – you can see the brown gash in the mountain. All that dirt and rocks and trees came down and crossed the road. It just missed houses on either side of it.
Caveat: Poem #1548 “Exchanging meaningful glances”
ㅁ The cormorant gazed askance at me from the dock while I stood watching.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1547 “Persistent night”
ㅁ Night's aftereffects linger right through the morning, holding the sun down.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1546 “Long-lived shadows”
ㅁ Frost on the gravel. The sun can't clear the mountain - so that's shade till spring.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1545 “Scree meets knee”
ㅁ Thursday I slipped on a rock, hurt my knee - the tidal scree where I'd walked by the dock.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1544 “Subconsciousness”
ㅁ Sometimes my dreams are empty - full of ghosts - random, almost like carefree dark debris.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.