ㅁ The world constructed an architect, placed her beside other beings, awaited her creations. Fantastic towers rose, and deep labyrinths, were then inscribed in waiting, empty fields.
– a nonnet.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #3037 “A polite suggestion”
ㅁ They can move to Mars. It might provide a challenge and keep them busy.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3036 “Intentionality”
ㅁ A fan of chaos, I will deliberately be disorganized.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3035 “Internal clock? What internal clock?”
ㅁ Sleep happens whenever. Earth's timekeeping... not relevant in this oneiric space.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3034 “Circumference”
ㅁ Let's talk about pi(e). Juli's cherry pie is good. It is round: 2π.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3033 “Lamentations at the end of days”
#Poetry #Triolet
ㅁ Autonomy has promised much, delivers only loneliness. And also leaves you out of touch. Autonomy has promised much, but solitude can be a crutch. It lurks then, causing grim distress. Autonomy has promised much, delivers only loneliness.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3032 “Wild and free”
ㅁ the dog was a wolf, but shorter and much more stout; loyal to a fault
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3031 “Repast”
ㅁ popped it in my mouth: it was satisfying, strange... a black peppercorn
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3030 “Some remnants”
ㅁ The scene unfolded along the trail: 8 beer cans, and a broken thing (looked like some kind of motor) along the barbed-wire fence. What had happenned here? A mechanic, in despair... drinking, sad.
– a nonnnet.
Caveat: Poem #3029 “Nothing to see here, move along”
ㅁ I knew this trip would prove difficult - meaning, on emotional terms. As a trip, it's relaxing. But Arthur's dementia is now foregrounded by circumstance. Denial becomes hard.
– a nonnnet.
Caveat: Poem #3028 “The simple pleasures”
ㅁ Rats enjoy driving cars, given a chance: scientists have demonstrated this fact.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3027 “Phaticity”
ㅁ Sometimes I speak words that have no meaning at all. Still, I understand.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3026 “Not a triolet”
ㅁ Lately on Sundays I will write a triolet, but today I won't.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3025 “He protesteth overmuch”
ㅁ What? Untrue. That's not me. I'm not like that. I'm perfectly fine. Other people get it. So stop all this crazy talk, when have I ever forgotten any single thing you've said to me?
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3024 “Emergent”
ㅁ i lie wide awake inscribed by these aimless dreams my mouth like parchment
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3023 “Possibly a metaphor for some psychological dynamic”
ㅁ the bridge barely burned but still, I left it behind charred but not ruined
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3022 “Just some words”
ㅁ But where... they? Up? Up? Yes, they, no the... no, the them. Them where? Oh, them there.
– a pseudo-haiku. Inspired by some interactions with a person with dementia, I tried to write a poem without nouns or verbs. So it’s one side of a conversation – the other side is unknowable.
Caveat: Poem #3021 “What gadgets need”
#Poetry #Tetractys
ㅁ "Beep!" Gadgets require words, small expressions of gadgetdom, spoken when I use them.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3020 “Revealed preferences”
ㅁ I prefer well-managed ignorance, all tame and cooperative. The rebel stupidity is really hard to bear. It's harder to care. Revolution: nerve-wracking anger, fear.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3019 “The peregrination”
ㅁ The plan was: travel southward, fast. So airplanes did their thing, and cars. The crowds were large; the city's vast. The plan was: travel southward, fast. The traffic's not to be outclassed: so many headlights - rushing stars. The plan was: travel southward, fast. So airplanes did their thing, and cars.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3018 “FAFO”
#Poetry #Nonnet
ㅁ The fa is over - now we face fo. Which is to say, simply: fa, fo. Or, having fa'ed, now we fo. It's like a litte song. One group sings the fa; the chorus, fo. Back and forth. Fa. Fo. Fuh.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3017 “Just to try it out”
ㅁ the monk chose his path though it led down into hell ascetic gestures
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3016 “The happy dance”
ㅁ A party was held my neighbors celebrating... they'd saved the nation!
– a pseudo-haiku. (Get out of your bubble – the victors sincerely believe they’ve delivered a blow against fascism.)
Caveat: Poem #3015 “The cairn-builder”
ㅁ of course it's only my opinion fear-the-other trumps compassion ignorance's bliss tastes best let's all catastrophize freedom weighs too much as a hermit i retreat pile up stones
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3014 “Instructions for a less fear-filled life”
ㅁ fear pours out from both sides unreasoning stop looking at the internet, you're fine
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3013 “A pilgrim’s progress”
ㅁ some wind came along and put whitecaps on the sea and made the trees swing
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3012 “Unbelievable savings!”
ㅁ The light was saved for half a year the sun, it goes along, it seems: we play with clocks, quite cavalier. The light was saved for half a year with so much light, things will be clear: no more of those annoying dreams. The light was saved for half a year the sun, it goes along, it seems.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3011 “Out the window, 9 AM”
ㅁ A seagull drifted afloat on the quiet sea while raindrops scattered.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3010 “FOMO”
ㅁ sometimes I wake up and think that I've missed something... hours lost to deep sleep
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3009 “Morning review”
ㅁ nights surpass the dull days... elegiac, oneiric transits across stochastic space, full of windings, ergodic retrogressions into instants that fade like aimless bursts of color
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3008 “Self-contained bird-objects”
ㅁ Seagulls meditate in white-blob form, just floating out on the water.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3007 “Ritual behavior”
ㅁ Boat lifted, put away nice and cozy, and sometime next spring it'll be relaunched.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3006 “Stop and smell the flowers”
ㅁ I keep getting lost in weird liminal spaces... can't find anything.
– a pseudo-haiku.