ㅁ with lost inertia and awoken too early the night betrayed me
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #986 “The coming comminution”
ㅁ I greet a slow stone and begin to contemplate its comminution
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #985 “Too early to tell”
ㅁ huckleberries bloom the gravel road weirdly dries the sky hints of spring
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #984 “Unexpected clarity”
ㅁ A cup of coffee A window with a blue sky The calm water waits
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #983 “Simple words”
ㅁ In philosophical discourses the trees and ravens have their say, while solitary thinking forces the passing meditative day. The churning mind can seem so fragile and its surroundings strong and agile: a soul made up of colored glass and tangled in a vague morass. The mental gaze can just distinguish a cloud enclosed in blue and gold, but all the world spins, gray and old, that simple words will not extinguish - instead, imbrute the thinker's skull: a cloud up close is broad and dull.
– a sonnet in a tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #982 “Lack of constraint”
ㅁ I'll take some time now, meditating: my strange relationship to rain, which often boils down to waiting - you'd think it feels somewhat mundane - but no, in fact it's more like soothing and letting clouds present their smoothing, on-flowing torrents for the trees to drink. This flow of water frees not just the pebbles from the seething and urgent earth, but also thoughts, which surge and dodge life's random lots, but then are loosened from their wreathing constraints to fly against the dark and overarching sky's gray arc.
– a sonnet in a tetrameter.
Caveat: Poem #981 “A precipitous arrival”
ㅁ back in Alaska it rains as if to welcome it rains and it rains
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #980 “A hierarchical classification of unpleasant experiences”
ㅁ Waiting for airplanes is easier than sitting in the airplane seats
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #979 “Supervised hubris”
ㅁ straight lines on hillsides sketch out a daily hubris; ravens supervise
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #978 “Antipodes”
ㅁ A day in tropics... then there's a long airplane trip... rain turning to snow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #977 “An anthropomorphization”
ㅁ the sea stares outward into space like a great eye noticing the moon
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #976 “A chance meeting in Cairns”
ㅁ ...and we were stuck in Cairns for just a day and walking from some mall where time was killed and crickets sang and rain made rivulets and randomly my spirit sister waved and stopped her car and turned around quite quick and said hello. We told our little tale. She laughed and grinned and drove away again.
– seven lines of blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: ikr
Excerpts from the chat app on Abraham’s smartphone:
God: kill your son
Abraham: srsly?
God: damn right
Abraham: um…ok
God: holy f* nm
God: jk
Abraham: jeez…
God: hah on that topic i’ll prolly kill mine tho lol
Abraham: wtf?
God: ikr
- Credit where credit is due: I found a joke, online, similar to this, but much shorter and not “all in” with respect to the chatspeak. Inspired by that, I expanded the concept to the above.
Caveat: Poem #975 “Pause”
ㅁ a wallaby watched waiting, wondering, weirdly wild then it hopped away
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #974 “A walk around my mother’s neighborhood in the north of Queensland, where there were a lot of bugs”
ㅁ They swarmed: a cloud of tiny bugs that - distilling atmosphere with wings - as if hyped up and stoned on drugs that impelled orbits more than stings. The green of trees and breeze-bent grasses made better views than bug-strewn glasses. In water standing by the road they buzzed beside a flattened toad. Unreadable unlike books' pages, the path unfolded asphalt planes and hiding mother earth's hot veins, concealing geologic ages. I stopped to take a picture then and waved my hand around again.
– a sonnet.
Caveat: Poem #973 “Fantasy”
ㅁ the sun drew dragons that plunged and bit black trees' tails with clouds its canvas
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #972 “Internal dissent”
ㅁ a continuous monologue runs sending negative messages criticizing behavior changing self perception raising false idols self-directed punishing angry words
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #971 “A rock, a river”
ㅁ I walked down the hill. There was a really big rock. The river was full.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #970 “Power failure”
ㅁ All the lights went out. Lightning purpled the night sky. Wet wallabies woke.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #969 “A walk not taken”
ㅁ I wanted to take a little walk but the sun seemed impossible, glaring down on trees and roads, slashing through the slow clouds, so I just waited, as the sky grayed and the air filled with rain.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #968 “Opting for saying less”
ㅁ communication. or not. just words. simply fail. pause and look outside.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #967 “The ambiguities”
ㅁ sit: making puzzles, contemplating vaguenesses, ambiguities.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #966 “The parrot”
A parrot made a noise, there, leaping - I tilted head and looked across - it flashed some green and red, in keeping with brightish rainbow moods; the moss, affixed to stones below and gazing up greenly at the raucous praising that spilled out happy birdish squawks, undisciplined, unlike the rocks, whose gentle, calm enunciations could only offer echoes, cold. The bird was hopping upward, bold, and tracing out complex relations that flowers sketched against the sky, that raindrops tapped as clouds went by.
– some kind of sonnet
Caveat: Poem #965 “Gusts”
ㅁ the steady rain falls but eucalyptuses swing in uneven winds
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #964 “The fulfillment of past prophecies”
ㅁ things written before await interpretation to become more true
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #963 “Advice for potholes”
ㅁ for all the potholes I only want to suggest: please stay positive.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #962 “Comings and goings”
ㅁ departures happen arrivals too, soon after but the road goes on
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #961 “Impression”
ㅁ the patches of reflectivity bits of floating scintillation drift down the narrow inlet perhaps pulled by the tide pushed by the river propelled by sun drawn by wind water's moods
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #960 “A progression of events in time”
ㅁ Time retreats, yet frozen, making curved frames for geologic, emergent, processes and shaded subtle colors - bands of sand and stripes of turquoise - until at last the next thing happens.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #959 “Some signs on a map”
ㅁ I read on the map: "Ice-creature seeks cool solace." I drew red circles.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #958 “Trying to keep the library well-stocked”
ㅁ infinite monkeys in some argentine bookshop all clacking away
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #957 “An oscillation in phase states”
ㅁ rain and snow and more rain: they oscillate in the atmosphere with stochastic movements, dodging the windshield wipers. and then a bit of sun climbs out, illuminating the mountainside.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #956 “A poem with no verb”
ㅁ the brutalist trees like dead monumental arms of recumbent gods
– a pseudo-haiku.