ㅁ When your motel bed has four large, plump, white pillows so you try each one...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #888 “Gnostic manifestations”
ㅁ dreams unfold and present improbable strange scenarios in which intimate friends and famous public figures (epistemological hints) become ghost-like beings with secrets
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #887 “Hay”
ㅁ I took a long walk up to the east: a gradual hill past old farms, the snow-covered, sun-drenched road saw new subdivisions branching left and right but at the end was a pile of stored hay.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #886 “Confession”
ㅁ day follows on the night unburdening its chill reflections across outstretched mountains among rose-stained frozen fields touching the steam-breathing horses fingering the snow-gloved, clutching trees
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #885 “The next chapter”
ㅁ a slice of dead snow birds lurk in branches, gazing a doom of stillness
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #884 “Missing a rib”
ㅁ A pale, flesh-toned earth... Adam's discarded remains... desiccated clay
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #883 “As deserts will do”
ㅁ The desert dwells, gold, among bleached stones and dark shrubs - the people zoom by.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #882 “A hike in the hills above Pasadena”
ㅁ white stone and cactus a stream sparse with clear water the leaning sun's gaze
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #881 “Orange Grove Boulevard at Los Robles Avenue”
ㅁ See, I went to bed rather early. So I woke up at five thirty. My dad has only decaf. I stepped outside and walked. There's a donut store. I got coffee. The sky: clear. Crows talked. Dawn.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #880 “What’s going on”
ㅁ the wind will go on and leaves will struggle, strong, and the wind will go on
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #879 “The anthropomorphizing impulse”
ㅁ attachments arise to random machinery and they feel like friends
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #878 “Praxis”
ㅁ How can smart people believe such unlikely things? I prefer walking.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #877 “A summary for non-believers”
ㅁ The story is a fairly good one - although somewhat implausible, since supposedly the guy was some god made human, with dad and son mixed; anyway, the tale makes wild claims about grace.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #876 “Announcements”
ㅁ a predawn chorus: roosters assaulting the air filling the desert
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #875 “Domestic detachment”
ㅁ just a few cookies out in the patio sun where a child orbits
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #874 “Metempsychosis”
ㅁ a token of mind fragments of meditation filigreed like clouds
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #873 “That habit of writing poems in the morning”
ㅁ A few words gathered and presented to the dawn who yawns, disdainful.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #872 “Resolution”
ㅁ A breaking, cold dawn edges forward, gently helps inspire joy, kindness.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #871 “For later study”
ㅁ In Oklahoma the black cows graze the red fields held down by the sky.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #870 “Evidence”
ㅁ People believe things that appear in front of them... for example: sky.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #869 “In southeast Oklahoma”
ㅁ the fogged sun rises a pond swallows the bare trees and cows malinger.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #868 “The wasteland”
ㅁ a man-made desert made of asphalt and dead grass... a small bird finds seeds.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #867 “Keeping time”
ㅁ old music reveals human minds' complexities and time just passes
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #866 “Social creatures”
ㅁ food and talk; gathering for discourses and storytelling, the speakers taking turns, among reliable friends and their inquisitive children; outside, the cold night lays down hoarfrost.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #865 “Summary of a ghost’s sojourn”
ㅁ known to be unknown an odd sort of infamy adrift in the woods
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #864 “The obstinacy of inanimate stuff”
ㅁ the snow malingers where it fell, stubborn and cold, impertinently.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #863 “Aspirationally asemic”
ㅁ the names that things have are not fixed, but rather drift unnamed, dawn happens
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #862 “And waits”
ㅁ the trees are frosted by the night's exhalations; now a raven sits
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #861 “The expansion”
ㅁ the cold penetrates, burrows in and takes over; but the sky expands
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #860 “Make it count for something”
ㅁ ice blue light fallen leaves chilling breezes paths made through fresh snow the frozen surfaces the tortured shapes of bare trees exuberances of night air enumerations of winter's wants
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #859 “The specimen”
ㅁ the air becomes cold it ceases to move around and snow pins the ground.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #858 “Looking out the window at a suburban yard”
ㅁ A squirrel flinches and kicks up a puff of snow; some snowflakes drift down.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #857 “The engine of history”
ㅁ a calamity: the wind tears at the bare trees and reveals the gods
– a pseudo-haiku.