ㅁ I gathered some rocks. They congregated around, Enjoying the mud.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1476 “Excellent summary of what bothers me”
ㅁ Nothing bothers me; except things that bother me: those things bother me.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1475 “Indifferent”
ㅁ When the net was closed and the fish circled and leapt the sun glanced downward.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1474 “They race along”
ㅁ There's the path across from this lot to that other sometimes there are slugs.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1473 “Language overtakes”
ㅁ Behold the novel impermanence that post-modernity grants us: culture's spinning, mindless wheels; entrained electrons' songs; epistemic games rendered raptures by thrumming, humming words.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1472 “Words urging patience”
ㅁ They said the trees would make me peaceful. They said the rain would wash my soul. They said the stones would hold me. They said that time goes on. They said other things. They said stories. They said wait. They said so.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1471 “Alternate approaches”
ㅁ No I don't really know why I feel lost but if I didn't then I would know why not and I could get on with things walk down the road confidently confront the hesitations and doubts
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1470 “Disconsolate greens”
ㅁ Things grow up and outward in my greenhouse filling the corners with effortful branches but then a mildew has come and attacked many of the leaves leaving my plants unmotivated
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1469 “A dynasty of questions”
ㅁ When the words flow through dreams like water, then the ghosts hang at the margins. They listen to what we say, and jump to conclusions. The air leans in, close. Answers are rare: so questions converse; reign.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1468 “Damp stoicism”
ㅁ When the sea's besieged And stormed by wrathful raindrops The birds wait, stoic
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1467 “Roleplaying”
ㅁ When the greeny depths Plot their inhuman dramas The fish play their roles
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1466 “Never changing”
ㅁ When I dream of death there are still the trees and stones, a rain-damp backdrop.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1465 “But how can you tell?”
ㅁ When the story ends then the next story begins if you're keeping count.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1464 “How the rain comes”
ㅁ When the rain comes, it comes with desultory tappings with dedication.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1463 “The race is won”
ㅁ When spotted slugs zoom like soft, black-speckled cheetahs then you know time's stopped.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1462 “The use of shadows”
ㅁ When the sun is high It still casts dream-filled shadows At these latitudes
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1461 “Coming clean”
ㅁ When the water's flat Ghosts descend from the islands To wash their losses
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1460 “The return journey”
ㅁ When our hooks had failed Our boat turned and smoothed the sea On salmonless waves
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1459 “Lingering nostalgia”
ㅁ When the stones are damp Stale memories land on them Like thirsty insects
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1458 “Already impatient with summer”
ㅁ The alder waits there for the seasons to go by to shed summer's leaves
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1457 “Twenty-second stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon acted without prior thought, forcing the hand of the fate that she sought, failing to plan for contingencies, then, marching off into the desert again.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1456 “Artificial artifice”
ㅁ The machine's musings - their originality - have surpassed my own.
– a pseudo haiku, in vague response to the poetical composings of GPT-3, a new “text production algorithm” (grandiosely labelled “AI” i.e. “Artificial Intelligence”), as reported here.
Caveat: Poem #1455 “The monkeys’ boat”
ㅁ The boat's engine's roar terrifies the sea otters and sings to the whales.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1454 “The Alaskan potato”
ㅁ Hello potato. At least you've dodged the mildew. You're growing so tall.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1453 “Simple pleasures”
ㅁ When the berry drops into your hand, unpressured is satisfying.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1452 “A street”
ㅁ A house on a street. Sometimes I remember it. My childhood's domain.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1451 “The rainforest’s expectation”
ㅁ The clouds churn, asleep. It's always about to rain. The slugs slide with joy.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1450 “Chlorophyllic disappointment”
ㅁ The leaves were saddened. The sun was taking a break. They hung drooping, dark.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1449 “The sea’s meaning”
ㅁ The round rolling sea. The sparkling silvery sea. The boat-bearing sea.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1448 “Birds exchange views”
ㅁ An eagle just watched from the far end of the dock a raven on rocks.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1447 “Lost”
ㅁ Adrift in seas of melancholy Witness to birds that perch in trees Scattered like dandelions Gray just like the damp skies Renderer of lines Painted but dull Wordless soul Person Lost
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1446 “How poetry works”
ㅁ No. Poems which linger in the mind's eye do not represent anything except words. They spill out like spilled gravel, like insects lost in the damp air, and in the end they fade like old logs.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1445 “Maybe I’m a boat”
ㅁ Lately I'm unmoored Dreams tumble and thoughts clamor And all is quite damp.
– a pseudo-haiku.