ㅁ A bird hops along... The logging slash, like driftwood: White bones of progress.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #790 “Those primates”
ㅁ Tree. Raven. Looking down. There, on the road . Those primates again. So speak a word to them. Suggest a course of action. Paint a universe without signs. No? Then nevermind, I'll fly away.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #789 “Calendrical knowledge”
ㅁ A list of numbers: life reduced to some gnosis. Dusk comes earlier.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #788 “Actually, it IS a machine”
ㅁ Rain and rain and rain: the sound is like a machine; A stream finds the sea.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #787 “Advice I should give to myself”
ㅁ With a misanthrope, Just strive for coexistence, But don't become one.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #786 “Impractical examples”
ㅁ Some things don't happen when you want them to happen: rain, for example.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #785 “Post-equinoctial pause”
ㅁ Dawn at first of fall, A brightening sky pales east, Trees droop in stillness.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #784 “Clouds, negligent in their duties”
ㅁ Normally, the clouds hang on the mountain like hands; lately, not so much.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #783 “As misanthropes will do”
ㅁ misanthropes grumble no solutions can be found the sun still rises
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #782 “Ecological cycles”
ㅁ It's not natural: the greenness of the waters; some algae bloom lurks.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #781 “Arboreal invitations”
ㅁ for now, the dreams come: trees beckon, wave in the wind, while the night sweeps in.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #780 “Epiphanies of scale”
ㅁ The sea manifests its scale, body curled, an unworldly, diving whale shows its tail.
– an englyn of some kind.
Caveat: Poem #779 “After the collapse”
ㅁ civilization makes its efforts and tries hard but the trees will win
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #778 “Summit”
ㅁ We hiked to the top of Sunnahae, which is the mountain behind Craig. The lower slopes were all logged, but higher, old trees grow, tangled with damp bogs until the ridge - all treeless - alpine grass.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #777 “Statements of true fact”
ㅁ The forest makes its own overarching assertions against human works.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #776 “Time, impelled by the tides”
ㅁ Sometimes in a day one grows older than in months watching the tide rise.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #775 “The sea’s tasks”
ㅁ The sea tugs at the cool stones, the ebb tide takes sticks to ride, floating bones of trees, groans.
– an englyn of some kind.
Caveat: Poem #774 “A dream’s detritus”
The dream, being a dream, unfolded,
leaving a twisted detritus
of disconnected visions
across the predawn’s glow,
until, looking up,
I blinked to see
– hovering –
a pink
cloud.
Caveat: Poem #773 “Some obstructionists “
ㅁ The trees present limbs which block my path and assail my uphill progress.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #772 “A difficult path”
ㅁ On dock in morning watch a crab through clear water grasping at the stones.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #771 “Not what was promised”
ㅁ It's not all rainbows; you see, there's also some rain. It keeps the trees green.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #770 “Interpretation”
ㅁ Heart and mind undertake to comprehend the patterns on maps, the skyward reach of trees, the traces left by raindrops, the secret yearnings of lost ghosts, but the wind's voice speaks only wishes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #769 “Exposure”
ㅁ The sea pulls away, and shows its slippery rocks, where some seagulls spin.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #768 “Microeconomics”
ㅁ Words can be traded, allowed to pile up like coins, like dead, orange leaves.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #767 “Democritus on the limbic system”
ㅁ Atoms of anger spin, flow, and amass themselves; then waves propagate.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #766 “Overload”
ㅁ Impossible tasks bloom like raindrops on water... but mornings are nice.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #765 “The field of battle”
ㅁ Fish Have fought - Even died - In these waters, That lie flat and smooth Or heap themselves like hills, Flashing blue or green in sun, Or dimpling false smiles under rain, Covering chthonic topologies.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #764 “News bulletin”
ㅁ My body reports that it still remains alive. The damp air is cool.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #763 “Indeterminate”
ㅁ Some faces appear within the dream, half shrouded by a flood of dust.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #762 “The extended forecast”
ㅁ I look out to see a future that's uncertain: chance of clouds and rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #761 “The temperate rainforest”
ㅁ Here in the southeast of the state of Alaska, it rains. It's raining.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #760 “Touchdown”
ㅁ the sun touches down on the dock below the house a minute past dawn
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #759 “A lateral career shift”
ㅁ So finally I depart this world: not to be a ghost, which I am, but to enter another, where the sea licks at stones, where the sun hangs low, where the roads end, farther north, with trees there.
– a nonnet.