Here, the sea is not just sea - rather, too, Islands throughout feel free To commingle, and to be A green, fractious committee.
– an englyn in the style developed by Robertson Davies
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1120 “The cartographer’s delusion”
streets: sprawling creative impositions, engineering feats, landscape alterations, geographic abstractions, connections between unseen nodes, or just unthinking lines on a map.
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1119 “See?”
I saw the sawed logs. On sharp slants, the logs see-sawed. See, I'd been sawing.
– a silly pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1118 “Rocks are always looking down”
I saw some rocks there... but no, they did not see me: they were looking down.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1117 “Grounded”
It's just easier, sometimes, to write something dull, ignoring the clouds.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1116 “Childhood”
I love wind and rain - Perhaps they conjure childhood, Tapping on the roof.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1115 “Viento”
viento bruto que no pare viento muy hambriento sopla viento come todos nubes viento espera fin del mundo
– cuarteto de métrica romance
Caveat: Poem #1114 “Planning stages”
Yesterday the wind kept the air cool. It is that moment when you think: Fall is waiting, at stage left, planning its grand entrance, anticipating, reviewing lines, upstaging sunny days
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1113 “Bow down”
A wind came along and harassed all the tall trees. They bent their branches.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1112 “The sky made them do it”
Some trees survived to tell their fate to birds that passed them by, but others lost their lives and fell, then, disowned by the sky.
– a quatrain in ballad meter
Caveat: Poem #1111 “Distress”
I feel consumed with stress these days; I worry and I sigh. My stomach ties itself in knots; my soul just wants to cry.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #1110 “A disavowal”
Water runs downhill, but trees grow skyward, plus... clouds; is gravity real?
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1109 “Things”
the history of things lies buried down beneath the present moment scrabbling like bored zombies or predators on drugs seeking to come out sniffing at now kicking dirt: grinning things
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1108 “Another roadside attraction”
First, place a big rock beside the road. Find another big rock to add. Balance yet a third on top. Now step back to admire. Think about hubris. Contemplate art. Find meaning. Raise doubts. Dream.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1107 “The oldest house”
the oldest house hangs at the mind's edge where we imagine prototypes the fractal roofs extending piling up rooms like foam and we walk in dreams through cold hallways tasting dust breathing sighs
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1106 “Confidence”
the eagle watches, considering bold options, never self-doubting
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1105 “Test”
a b c or d? fill in the correct bubble declare your knowledge
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1104 “Forever”
Dawn: brighter, in small steps, black to grayish, then changing to blue, out over the water, among the trees' silhouettes, the hills waiting like broken clocks, their feet stuck in the sea forever.
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1103 “The fish was welcomed”
there was a large fish bigger than the other fish still we welcomed it
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1102 “Home improvement”
The world with some fog With mysterious islands Is a better place
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1101 “Fishing for proverbs”
wishes were fishes and beggars were fishermen on the wide gray sea
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1100 “A habit”
Between five and six each morning, looking outside, I eat some oatmeal
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1099 “Spoken”
there's an overcast fog covering the hillside across the water the cobalt-dark sea, they say bears the marks of the boats that pass here, they say scarring the world seeking fish they have said
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1098 “As islands will do”
A muddy silver, Grasping the sky, the islands, Hoping for sinkings.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1097 “As blueberries will do”
A blueberry bush Outside the kitchen window Awaiting the bears
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1096 “As goats will do”
a goat was standing there in the road eating shrubs, ignorant of bears
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1095 “Boycott”
some fish just refuse to participate or join in this game we're playing
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1094 “Lo, a goat”
I looked down beachward - not really a beach, just rocks - and saw a goat there
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1093 “Hopeless”
the stones rested there angry and impertinent unyielding to hope
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1092 “The sea”
Like serious soup the sea gnaws on the boat's wake, asserts dominance
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1091 “Misunderstandings”
When Arthur is talking to others, he likes to joke about my books, complains there are too many, cluttering his attic. The message I get from these warm words: "you are not welcome here."
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1090 “As geese will do”
a steady rain falls the neighbors' loud white geese bask and play in the sea
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1089 “Redirection”
Completely remove pain from discourse. Don't lean on it as an excuse It hijacks our monologues. Don't pay it attention. Unavoidable. Don't dwell on it. Look instead at the trees.
– a nonnet