ㅁ I took a short walk, surveying the neighborhood. Who's there? Trees, birds, bears.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1410 “The sun’s sneaky prank”
ㅁ Looking out, there's rain. Looking out, the sun appears. No. Just the rain falls.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1409 “An otter on the question of boats”
ㅁ I, a bold sea otter, witness the boats that cross the sea's roof and that scare our children; the boats drone their hot dirges in their unusual straight lines, interrupting our happy repasts.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1408 “Preparing for a garden”
ㅁ The dirt must be made. The rainforest has poor soil. So I mix in stuff.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1407 “A planet devoid of flesh”
ㅁ The wind pushed waves against the rocky beach, and caused the sea to gnaw the planet's bones.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Poem #1406 “The laconic uncle”
ㅁ Always the same words. Never hears what I'm saying. Tells nothing of plans.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1405 “Optional philosophy”
ㅁ Watch the world, through windows, from a distance, keeping perspective, avoiding confusion, constructing mental models, testing them against what happens... or alternately just sit and watch.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1404 “Projection”
ㅁ Across the water there's this one cloud, just hanging, unsure where to go.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1403 “Nineteenth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon knelt at her ancestor's grave clutching the keepsake her mother once gave. Angels cavorted around by some trees summoning shadows that only love frees.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter, on the ongoing angsts of a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1402 “Oh, hello”
ㅁ the kitchen window making oatmeal, looking out a young deer strolled by
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1401 “Fragmentation”
ㅁ No voice is heard among the waiting trees; Just birds who chat, and drunken, buzzing bees. But then a plane will cross the sky above, and split the day, and fragment all my thoughts.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter); the rhyme was unintentional.
Caveat: Poem #1400 “An excursion in the boat”
ㅁ A fleet of otters Took possession of waters Just east of San Juan We saw some whales there In the small cove at Black Beach Diving and spouting An eagle was perched On a stone near an alder Supervising things Oceanic swells Crept up Ursua Channel Tasting all the boats Jellyfish sliced by Reflecting sporadic light Through the greenish murk Some white bellied ducks Swam in lazy formation Amid stray sparkles The surging sea rolled At San Ignacio's south Gnawing fine gray rocks The sun hid itself The clouds made intricate plans To send us their rain Another eagle Floated above the whitecaps Then knelt; caught a fish No fish saw our hooks Instead we dreamed about them The sea sang its depths
– a collection of pseudo-haiku forming stanzas in a longer poem.
Caveat: Poem #1399 “Snails”
ㅁ Snails have found radish leaves in my garden. They are so happy. Still, the radishes grow. The snails rush from leaf to leaf. The radishes seem unconcerned: new leaves appear daily to feed snails.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1398 “Against poetry”
ㅁ Some days, there's no poem. The world is recalcitrant. Instead, I put words.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1397 “Guardian”
ㅁ I was told I was quite eccentric. This was in this dream I was in. My friend Bob was there, talking. He had an unreal farm. There were outbuildings. Within, some boats. A woman. She slept. Safe.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1396 “The long view”
ㅁ Yes. It's true - what they say: I am a tree. Let's focus on that. I cling to the damp earth. The skies taunt me day and night. I'll get at them any year now. The days are like seconds spinning by.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1395 “Scaling back expectations”
ㅁ So I sat to have breakfast, and I thought, "I might have sought to persist... sigh... exist."
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Poem #1394 “No one is watching”
ㅁ The tree was leaping into the sea. It tangled its branches, flailing. The sea was indifferent. Eagles were witnesses. The tree's roots were caught. Moss rode its flanks. The clouds watched. Birds sang. Jump!
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1393 “Edges”
ㅁ Precipitous days: right along the edge of clouds: precipitation.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1392 “Bespoke geographies”
ㅁ Maps. Fictions. Diagrams. Imaginings. Strange realities. Bespoke geographies. Alternate universes. Linear agglomerations. Maybe just a way to pass some time.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1391 “A picture”
ㅁ Hello blue flowers. Please discuss your appearance. Use one thousand words.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1390 “Eighteenth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon traveled to worlds beyond ken using her mind to find meaning again. Body in place, like a somnolent monk, worlds coalesced out of cognitive junk.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1389 “Past and present”
ㅁ In the city, there are many sounds: subways hum; sirens sing; trucks pass. Sometimes I dream these old sounds. At three-forty A.M., to birds and rain, here, I snap awake. Already, it is light.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1388 “Patter”
ㅁ After ten days of unraining, dull times, Clouds' tiny footsteps compose their small rhymes.
– a couplet in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1387 “Obviously”
ㅁ I went to the road. There I found a thing to say. And so I said it.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1386 “A thousand words”
ㅁ cloud-fragments caught in water, like pink paint; nature's thoughts faint... earth's blotter... there: got her.
– an englyn cil-dwrn
Caveat: Poem #1385 “Hang your soul out to dry”
ㅁ Morning swallows dreams. The dawn dries out the damp soul. A stone catches sun.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1384 “Road’s dust”
ㅁ Sun replaced all the rain that came before and dried out the road making lots of gray dust for the trucks to kick around coating the leaves of the bushes which are drawing bees with their flowers.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1383 “The cartographer’s creation”
ㅁ
fictional settings urban landscapes distant mountains
alternate places
ghostly buildings impossible canyons angelic bridges
immaterial places
misplaced forests migratory cities shifting oceans
errant places
The places I draw
that I imagine
take shape
coalesce
make little movements
and progress
and become
curving lines baroque grids linear arabesques
imagined maps
– a quennet.
Caveat: Poem #1382 “Id”
ㅁ Lately I dream more. These are reality's roots. I pull them up. Look.
– an pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1381 “Clumsy”
ㅁ I trip over sticks, outstuck; and falling, I keep sprawling in the muck; I'm not impressed with my luck.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Poem #1380 “Seventeenth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon thought about ancestry then, counting back mothers and fathers to ten. How did her elders perform at these tasks? When at last death took them, what did they ask?
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #1379 “Against apophenia”
ㅁ Gaze out this window. See the sea's exhalations. Doubt the air's meanings.
– a pseudo-haiku.