ㅁ A week has passed with only sunny days; this morning dawned with overcast, dull skies.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1509 “Becoming animal”
ㅁ The raven watched me carefully and stared. She wondered if I'd scare her. I did not.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1508 “Daily percepts”
ㅁ I saw stones resting against the earth. I saw the trees for what they were. I saw a bear by the road. I saw the slanting sun. I saw fleeting thoughts. I saw the sea. I saw clouds. I saw. Slept.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1507 “Poems + Trees = Age”
ㅁ I add up my age counting my poems and trees introspectively
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1506 “Things heard before dawn”
ㅁ it's not quite light yet but a truck tastes the potholes and samples the road
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1505 “The Alaskan tomato”
ㅁ up in the greenhouse desultory tomatoes make some small effort
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1504 “The bear’s bother”
ㅁ The bear's daily walk was interrupted by cars along six-mile hill
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1503 “Make it all dust”
ㅁ A few days of sun to dry out the road's gravel and make it all dust.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1502 “Retail anecdote”
ㅁ A boy announced he wanted three balloons. His mother bought them, and they left the store. I saw the three balloons adrift in air, just twenty minutes later - trucks below. The mother came back in and heaved a sigh, and smiling, said, I need three more balloons.
– a short story in blank verse (iambic pentameter) about working in a small-town gift shop.
Caveat: Poem #1501 “Unlike any other tree”
ㅁ The tree's character was really ordinary, unremarkable.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1500 “Carcereal bindery”
ㅁ Books. Once, there, long ago, I had a job. I had to make books. There were machines, workers, loud sounds, and conveyor belts. Last night I dreamed I returned there. It was being run by the police.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1499 “The rainforest’s song”
ㅁ Well, that's a relief. The clouds returned quite promptly. The rainforest sang.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1498 “The planet with the unusual blue sky”
ㅁ Where has the rain gone? What's with the sun's appearance? What planet is this?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1497 “Carbon cycle”
ㅁ The yellowness was from the smoke of fires that lurked and burned far to the south of here.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1496 “Keep a lid on things”
ㅁ "What summer? Why is that a thing?" they asked. "The sky is gray to keep things down," they said.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1495 “Reassurances”
ㅁ You know the world will balance out, they said. The rain will wash away your pain, they said.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1494 “Prepared”
ㅁ The dawn suggested new approaches. So, rebooting my computer, I could hope.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1493 “Distortions”
ㅁ The land and sea were blended into one. A mist was clinging to the darkling trees. Among the stones a boat's vague shape appeared. Or was it just a ghost? One couldn't know.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1492 “Illim’s origins”
ㅁ The desert claimed the generations' lives, but over time great cities took their shape. Arising from the flanks of hills they gleamed, declaring people's steadfast will to live.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter), about the aftermath of one of the many wars in the imaginary land of Illim, a small nation among many on the planet Rahet.
Caveat: Poem #1491 “Landing in Beyem”
ㅁ The chill wind came off the frozen lake. The city lurked among its hills. A large ship rested, icebound. Still, the streets teemed with life. Columns of smoke rose. I walked along. Some birds spun. Sun shone. Lost.
– a nonnet set in a fictional city called Beyem.
Caveat: a very odd plant
I wrote this when I was in 5th grade, in 1976. I have transcribed all the spelling and punctuation errors as best I could, in the same spirit with which I would sometimes transcribe my students’ work when teaching in Korea.
Ms. Agailia Wumpledin’s very Odd Plant
The insect-eating plant sat in the window
of Ms. Agailia Wumpledins house. She was a little
old lady who’s only companin was her
plant. She called her plant Clyde, and had
even made clothes for her plant. Clyde
also wore a velvet ribon, and had done so
all his life. he had gotten the ribon when
Ms. Wumpledin had bought him.
Clyde liked to collect the lining out
out of old womens shoes. whenever Ms.
Wumpledin had geusts over, he would
reach over with one of his banches and grab off the closest
woman’s shoes then he would use his toungh
to rip the lineing out of the shoes.
the reason he did this is because he
liked the taste of the glue that held
the lining to the shoes. Ms. Wumpledin
thought that this was so entertaining,
that sometimes she would invite people
over for that very reason.
Clyde liked gold too although he
rarely saw it. Once when some people were visiting, after having taken
most of the womens shoes, he saw a man
talking, who had a gold filling in his
mouth. he imedietly reached over
and grabed the man by his neck,
pulled the tooth out of his mouth
shook the filling out, and then gave
the man back his tooth. luckuly, this
only happened once.
But the oddest thing about Clyde,
was wenever he was alone, he would
pull out a deck of cards, and play
soliter.
So, we must certainly conclud that
Ms. Agailia Wumpledin has a very
odd plant.
Caveat: Poem #1490 “The best course of action”
ㅁ I was walking there. I felt a rock in my sock. So I removed it.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1489 “Clouds as shrill teenagers”
ㅁ The clouds looked down, spoke: "Omigod! That spot is dry!" they exclaimed. And rained.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1488 “Because rainforest”
ㅁ Morning brings pink stains on the rims of grim gray clouds where rain waits, always.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1487 “A gradual decoherence”
ㅁ Memory forgets. The meaning of events fades. Sensation remains.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1486 “Unsummer”
ㅁ This summer wasn't. Rain and overcast each day - just a few with sun.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1485 “A simple meal”
ㅁ The bugs visited. They made repast of my skull. and later I itched.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1484 “Just you wait and see”
ㅁ Sometimes I just stand, and look around and think stuff; the world is patient.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1483 “Reflected glory”
ㅁ The world exists twice: Once above the lounging sea; Once somewhere below.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1482 “There”
ㅁ There were some gray clouds. There were some small bugs buzzing. There was a seagull.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1481 “Twenty-third stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon sat on the shore of the lake, watching the water that danced with the wind, narrowing eyes from a face that had thinned, barely remembering desert and ache.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter, but with a different rhyme-scheme than previous quatrains on the topic of Kiamon.
Caveat: Poem #1480 “A busy day”
ㅁ The morning had sun. Later, it rained, with some wind. I watched, as I do.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1479 “Ow”
ㅁ The tree, unmoving, forebore my drill's loud assault and grew just a bit.
– a pseudo-haiku.