ㅁ This here blog thingy seems decrepitly senescent... the poems: drip drip drip.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #2896 “A false semiotics”
ㅁ Recreational asemia: letting the meaningless language flow past me like falling rain, pretending that my mind has the right pathways, and can take me to new thoughts, insights. Yes.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2895 “Visitation”
ㅁ There was a small bird outside my open window. It made strange noises.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2894 “No”
ㅁ Regrets pile up like drifts of snow and nothing's ever gonna change. I burn through time by saying "No." Regrets pile up like drifts of snow denying things to make them go... As strategy it's rather strange. Regrets pile up like drifts of snow and nothing's ever gonna change.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2893 “The to-do list”
ㅁ Summer has all its expectations, accumulated pending tasks, and they leave me overwhelmed. So I procrastinate. It's not fulfilling, burdened by guilt. Those lurking projects wait.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2892 “Coffee-flavored”
ㅁ The coffee got misplaced today, I poured it in my bowl. My oatmeal tasted rich and brown, so in the end, I'm full.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2891 “Eleven years cancer free”
ㅁ Eleven years ago this day, the tumor was excised. I celebrate by staying home. I'm still alive: surprised!
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2890 “Boundary conditions”
ㅁ some poems don't happen they linger at the edges' liminality
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2889 “Cornucopia”
ㅁ some poems are apples hanging ripe in the world-tree you pick them, eat them
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2888 “Unlikely it’s an allegory”
ㅁ The king was old and filled with rage. Pretenders came and stole his crown. They made mean jokes about his age. The king was old and filled with rage. His speeches often left the page. Words wandered off, and up, and down. The king was old and filled with rage. Pretenders came and stole his crown.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2887 “Recusal”
ㅁ hope for a lazy day because i'm tired not even in the mood to type a poem
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2886 “Irrigation”
ㅁ rain again but really you'd think enough still the rocks and trees need irrigating
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2885 “Corvidland”
ㅁ Crows! Ravens! Together in one small town. They argue in parking lots near the store.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2884 “Absent visitor”
ㅁ my brother visits but he took off by kayak so he's not here now
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2883 “Adrift”
ㅁ the planet's broad curves support islands in movement floating chunks of rock
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2882 “The origin story of El Kabong”
ㅁ Maybe a frustrated guitarist... the equine cowboy sought justice. A radioactive horse seems to have bitten him. Swinging in on vines, kabonger high, he could yell, "¡Olé!" Bonk.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2881 “Data processing”
ㅁ the numbers traveled through the computer's innards aligning themselves
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2880 “A Sunday stroll”
ㅁ The sky was gray, the mist hung low. I walked the road and saw the trees. Some rocks recalled the winter's snow. The sky was gray, the mist hung low. The water, distant, seemed to glow. The bits of light, waves touched by breeze. The sky was gray, the mist hung low. I walked the road and saw the trees.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2879 “The shrouded mysteries”
ㅁ time rolls in like a fog consuming us leaving us wondering where we have been
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2878 “An early summer ritual”
ㅁ Sea. Some rocks. A sein net. The fishing boat. Some men on the deck, reeling in salmon.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2877 “Incidents out past the dock”
ㅁ Fish! Swimming in the sea. Going somewhere. And then - whoops! - there's a net: that's all she wrote.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2876 “Conspiracy theory”
ㅁ Bright daylight burns the sky for all the world around four AM because the latitude and the season of the year and the awkward tilt of the earth conspire to make the mornings early.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2875 “Babel”
ㅁ As the international journey fades from my recent memory, I'm left with a detritus of unused foreign words that swarm, and pile up against my mind's exit points, making noise.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2874 “The great journey”
ㅁ I start my journey up the stairs, my outlook bold: I'm upward bound. The sun's not shining - no one cares. I start my journey up the stairs: the steps, they lurk, like little snares. I stumble then, a frightening sound. I start my journey up the stairs, my outlook bold: I'm upward bound.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2873 “An unusable fact”
ㅁ when you are asleep your time slows down to a crawl... but you don't notice.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2872 “Mute witness”
ㅁ in the monkey mind things happen you can't believe you stare, astonished
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2871 “Systems of constraint”
ㅁ morphologically our freedom is quite constrained obligate primates
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2870 “Amid bricks and gold”
ㅁ My mother, in Japan, with a woman who called her 'Florence': then the dream unfolded, and I was looking for cats, searching in schools and bus stations... the air all shimmery like amber.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2869 “What”
ㅁ When I'm alone, I talk to myself, in a continuous patter. But around my deaf uncle, I have to be quiet. If I say something, he'll ask me, 'What?!' Then he'll want to know what.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2868 “Protestations on the matter of the use of hearing aids”
ㅁ "I'm not going deaf! It's just some bad congestion." How can I argue?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2867 “Being another”
ㅁ The silence deafens, coats the world, as if the head's been filled with earth. The clouds above are curly, pearled. The silence deafens, coats the world, as if, all round, broad wings unfurled - all covering - a whole sky's worth. The silence deafens, coats the world, as if the head's been filled with earth.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #2866 “Genre shift”
ㅁ Too many nonnets! So let's count our syllables an alternate way.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2865 “Events in the AM”
ㅁ Well, once every few weeks, or so, the sun comes from behind the clouds, to illuminate the world: the north window turns bright, in early morning; the reaching trees do battle against light.
– a nonnet.