Words are not like maps; you can lose your way with words; they show no way out.
– a pseudo-haiku
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1218 “Revealed”
as the sky got light I saw the ground wearing snow it crunched underfoot
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1217 “Making themselves at home”
The viruses came, rearranged to their liking, settled in to stay.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1216 “With caution”
Six deer were outside, moving cautiously, like ghosts, grazing trees and grass.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1215 “Thanks”
The day: thanksgiving... the Native American said "Thanks for nothing!"
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1214 “Timescape”
I am suspended in a chill soup made of time and bits of clear air
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1213 “But not a land surveyor”
I'm stumbling, planless - hindered by the bureaucrats - contemplating fate.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1212 “The wait”
The apple tree waits: It waits to throw down apples. It waits for spring, too.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1211 “Vivisection”
Fog pins down the birds. They park themselves in the grass. The sun breaks the air.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1210 “Dogmatism”
The dog finds more dogs, using a keen sense of smell. Then he ignores them.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1209 “Sow and reap”
Mossy trees loiter. The stars sow rows of white frost. The black sky purples.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1208 “The hidden world”
There is morning fog. Crows cross streets and discuss things. Cars drift, secretive.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1207 “While the engine thrums”
I sit here somewhat thoughtful, on the ferry, waiting, wary, or hopeful, or just staring, feeling dull.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1206 “The antitheses”
With all these coughs and sneezes, I get tired and uninspired... diseases like this, health's antitheses.
– an englyn penfyr
Caveat: Poem #1205 “Cairnview”
I cut my bits of twigs and sticks to clear my path below; and looking through, down at the road, the rocks I stacked just show.
– a quatrain in ballad meter
Caveat: Poem #1204 “A drumming”
The rain insists, its forceful hints keep tapping in the breeze. The droplets fall on barren wood and timpanize the trees.
– a quatrain in ballad meter
Caveat: Poem #1203 “Out there”
I walk my rough trail in rain and gathering dusk and wonder if bears...
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1202 “Rockstacking”
I found some gray rocks. I stacked them beside the road, precariously.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1201 “All that is holey”
I tromped among trees finding a path down the hill and falling in holes.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1200 “Looking up”
the sky is overcast and the dawn is hours away, but the moon is full
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1199 “Eleventh stanza”
Kiamon sometimes would ponder her fate, doubtless compelled by her path not quite straight, zigging and zagging through storm and through dust, barely aware of her growing disgust.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1198 “Tenth stanza”
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate, still it caught up to her, blanking her slate: sands of the desert, they cradled her head, fallen and hurt, the sun left her for dead.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1197 “Upward, then”
I take my first taste of morning's coffee, climbing the stairs to my room.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1196 “The local conditions”
Trucks. Machinery. Gravel. Trees. The wind-blown sea. Yellow leaves. Rain.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1195 “Ninth stanza”
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate, battling through time was her gods-given trait, battles were all waged against demons and saints, ethics neglected, devoid of constraints.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1194 “Eighth stanza”
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate, rather she tended to loiter and wait, loathing decisions she wandered the streets, dreaming solutions, accepting defeats.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1193 “A breakfast”
I sit in the dark sipping my morning coffee and eat my oatmeal.
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1192 “The texture of things”
Puddles here and there, giving the road some texture, biting the trucks' heels.
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1191 “Time’s fault”
I wake and ponder the adjustable darkness caused only by time.
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1190 “Cities take shape”
Imaginary lines project, start to outline vast conurbations
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1189 “Unreal syllables”
I keep haikuing as if that were a real thing but in fact not at all
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1188 “What the rain does”
the rain comes in waves rolling across the rooftops and tasting the earth
– a pseudo haiku
Caveat: Poem #1187 “And then other stuff happens, too”
Hallucinating and epistemically dim ghosts gallivant by
– a pseudo haiku