let us move some stones to make a way for tree stuff those falling needles
– a pseudo-haiku
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1087 “Almost done”
with a few more words and then I'll have said it all just let the birds talk
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1086 “Another domain altogether”
The sea swims and swings and it is terrifying like green-white sunlight.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1085 “Damage”
the sky is broken the birds all plummet, broken my heart is broken
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1084 “Rust”
The bits of iron that can be found by the road rust - to look like stones
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1083 “Semantic geology”
these words will precede those other words that will come until they make hills
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1082 “As eagles will do”
The eagle looked down admiring her reflection in the mud-stained sea
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1081 “Unpleasant excursion”
It's not easy, with the rain and wind: The boat's propeller was tangled by badly aimed fishing line. I thought we would hit rocks. "Use the small motor!" he was yelling. We went east, rocking, slow.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1080 “Pending precipitation”
I was waiting here... awaiting the forecast rain... it rains with the dawn
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1079 “Perelandra”
the sea opens out beyond the point, and it thrusts its wide swells at you, devouring time with glintings that jump off the rumples scarring the edges and white-capped tips of the round surging waves.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1078 “The neverending present”
the fish wait below the fish wait but swim around the fish wait and dread
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1077 “At the edge of the desert”
for so many days it was dry - unusual... just now i felt rain
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1076 “As slugs will do”
the slugs climb the stairs they seek ephemeral things and taste the gray stones
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1075 “An inevitable solipsism”
other people watch but that really means nothing one makes one's choices
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1074 “The teachers”
sand and rocks here, there on the ground and in my shoes rocks and sand teach, wait
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Poem #1073 “Squawks of submission, then”
the bird battles dawn with its vociferous squawks but the sun will win
Caveat: Poem #1072 “Useless words”
no words can stop it that slow succession of days demarcating time
Caveat: Poem #1071 “Mooselike but not moose”
Across the inlet there's this sprawling driftwood stump that looks like a moose.
– a pseudo haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1070 “Shifting perspectives”
The morning was clear at five AM, but now, a low-lying fog came. The rough trees' branches reach down, tasting air, nonchalant. Two fat ravens perch, on the dock's rail. The mist clears, shifting things.
Caveat: Poem #1069 “Transparency”
No wind blows at all: the broad ripples bare their souls to the weedy sea.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1068 “Sleep brightly”
twilight to twilight you'd think sleeping difficult but it's just brighter
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1067 “Incognito”
slate colored summer drapes water over the hills and conceals the sun
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1066 “Inscrutability”
No. I have never attempted to understand the plans of eagles.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1065 “Externalities”
The air is thick like damaged feelings - the morning's seen better mornings - like the water was angry at the unhappy trees, but at last gave up, yielding to those persistent rooster crows.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1064 “The arch of the sky”
simple flat gray sky, trees as columns holding it, heaven's heavy dome.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1063 “Life in the present moment”
events long planned for occur, always unannounced, so they seem random
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1062 “Acute or obtuse”
no right angles here scraps of found lumber and steel embedded in rocks
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1061 “Inversions”
The sky defines space... the trees' sinuous branches make their subtractions.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1060 “Dust / not-dust”
tiny insects float almost like wingbearing dust; what are they feeling?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1059 “East not west”
sunlight like sunset's, pinking and golding the trees, but at five A.M.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1058 “Writer’s block”
Not a single word... no paragraphs, nor ideas... just pale nothingness.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1057 “Minimalist narrative”
some seabirds afloat; an old man and the grey sea; white surf on those rocks.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #1056 “The sky”
the sky holds eagles who spin and cry and hunt things and rest in treetops
– a pseudo-haiku.