ㅁ Up on Sunnahae mountain, it had snowed. Lower, trees showed branches, thin, cold chagrin.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1542 “Cyclical”
ㅁ I'm not sure about slowness. It just crawls. And the leaves fall, such distress: things progress.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1541 “Free to unbecome”
ㅁ The wind harassed the sea, and the waves were like her slaves; destiny set them free.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1540 “Generic dreamscape”
ㅁ My dreams craft an unreal space, arranging many somethings in some place: doubt's embrace.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1539 “If you were a raven”
ㅁ The ravens hung in the trees: sociable; and likeable, and free. You'd agree.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1538 “Unwilled”
ㅁ I walked down the road until... a bird passed, fluttering fast, the air still... no more will.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1537 “As night will do”
ㅁ I like the autumn. The clouds become substantive. The night gnaws day's feet.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1536 “What I saw”
ㅁ At one AM: stars. Then before dawn it rained hard. First light saw gray, gold.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1535 “Their beady little eyes”
ㅁ The trail led uphill. I imagined bears made it. Perhaps they watched me.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1534 “Twenty-fourth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon boarded the tram down the block. Brownstones and brick walls began to stream past: cold-windowed churches, a tall, pensive clock, human creations - the city seemed vast.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Kiamon lives in Ohunkagan.
Caveat: Poem #1533 “Amateur signifying”
ㅁ I've been uninspired so I just put some words down, representations.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1532 “I can’t tell them apart”
ㅁ Farther down the road, the trees are still all the same. So I take pictures.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1531 “Time’s flavor”
ㅁ The chill felt the air. A bit of my breath hung there. And fall tasted time.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1530 “Try turning it off and on again”
ㅁ The computer sighed. So many bits all stirred up! No meaning was found.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1529 “Unmarketable”
ㅁ The spam felt despaired with the content of this blog: such disappointment!
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1528 “There were a lot of trees”
ㅁ I put feet-to-road and went along for awhile noticing the trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1527 “Tell me ahead of time”
ㅁ It's my shortcoming: not liking to be ambushed by complex projects.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1526 “Thrice dead, at least”
ㅁ I'm not really here - I witness I drift I dream - rather, I'm a ghost.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1525 “The evidence is clear”
ㅁ God is omniscient maybe omnipotent too but not too clever
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1524 “But what is a dream?”
ㅁ In dreams the clouds creep In dreams the struggle is hard In dreams the sea sleeps
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1523 “Fish spirits”
ㅁ Then, further along, the fish's cool spirit rose... and decoalesced.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1522 “The underlying cause”
ㅁ Ultimately, life, and life's cold accoutrements, are gravity-based.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1521 “Time for fish to die”
ㅁ the fish was seeking... but it landed by the dock and gave up its ghost.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1520 “At least the rainforest is clean”
ㅁ ubiquitous rain carving up the hills of dirt and washing the road
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1519 “Things a boat does during the off-season”
ㅁ tied up at the dock, cultivating barnacles, awaiting winter.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1518 “Premonitions”
ㅁ Mostly things stay green. But a red leaf will appear. That's the time of year.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1517 “Yield to a lower power”
ㅁ Some trees are tilted: they've made their compromises with gravity's dreams.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1516 “Culinary incident report”
ㅁ it was by mistake: pizza with grated butter - not actually bad.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1515 “White noise”
ㅁ There is roof drumming. I like to wake up to rain, in the pre-dawn dark.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1514 “False promises”
ㅁ You felt a small hope. The rainbows promised nothing. They diffracted light.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1513 “Atmospheric bowling league”
ㅁ Six seagulls sat there, in a row like bowling pins. The clouds rolled raindrops.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1512 “Litter”
ㅁ I find these things just lying in the road: a spring, a rope, a can, a metal bar.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1511 “Self-improvement”
ㅁ The cormorant was glancing up, askance, distrusting land-based creatures' doubting stares. A movement spooked the bird. It gave a cry, and squawking, flapped away to find a fish.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).