ㅁ They came and cleansed the dirty sea: ambitious clouds and rain. They came and washed the roads and trees: this path became a drain.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ They came and cleansed the dirty sea: ambitious clouds and rain. They came and washed the roads and trees: this path became a drain.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
This tree was our Christmas tree. I put it outside again a few weeks ago and gifted it with a pink flamingo to keep it entertained.
This tree was alongside our potholy road.
Art and I both had dental exam appointments scheduled this morning, but the the appointments were cancelled because the dentist couldn’t make it to the clinic (he comes from Sitka, he’s not local). They didn’t tell us about this cancellation until we got there, though. So we had a much earlier “shopping day in town” than we normally do, every Thursday.
Then, the moment we got home, around 11 AM, I got a call from the the gift store and had to go back in, to complete a framing project that I had been led to understand was “no hurry” but in fact the customer wanted promptly.
So I did a lot of driving back and forth on our potholy road.
ㅁ a meaning wanders by, some nouns, in silly, this here ballad, the lost and broken syntax is, bad like then, it's word salad.
– a quatrain in (deliberately bad) ballad meter.
This tree oversaw a stubborn, slick patch of ice despite unexpectedly warm (relatively speaking).
This tree was near an ancestor’s grave in South Korea. I have no idea when I took this picture, but it was before 2014, and it was in Korea.
I had a very exhausting day. Morning at the dentist (always stressful, and I will always stand by my declaration that fighting mouth cancer is more pleasant than the dentist), then a full day at work, moving around mat board (heavy 32″ x 40″ sheets of cardboard) to rearrange my frame shop area at the store.
This tree was covered in snow. Note that this is not a recent picture – it’s 3 years old. This year, the local trees haven’t experienced being covered with snow.
This tree was down along the treehouse trail.
I had to work today, Saturday, though it’s normally a day off.
ㅁ The mind takes cover beneath a stone, calcified remnants of old thoughts, edifices against time, against introspection, recondite, armored. And there it hides. It might peek; but it hides.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ First the sun touched clouds. The clouds clustered near mountains. They glowed, pink and gold.
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree witnessed that some snow had fallen. Ice on the road: winter is finally here.
ㅁ There was rain in town. Then I drove out the road, home. Eight miles later: snow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Cantankerously, he denied it: "I'm not at all cantankerous!" Perhaps he misunderstands the semantic valance of the words themselves. Alternately, inside views differ. Sigh.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ I dreamed I was running a gift store. That was a very shocking dream. But the store was in a mall in suburban Seoul and I was confused because no one understood what I said.
– a nonnet.
#Poetry #Nonnet
This tree was disregarding the low temperatures.
I ended up going in to work this morning for a few hours. I had to move around some boxes that had been delivered last night – very heavy so not something I wanted to ask Jan or Kim to do. They included new shipment of picture glass from our framing supplies vendor. I also ended up macgyvering a brand new vacuum cleaner that was (apparently) of quite low quality. I got it working, though.
ㅁ The world descended, slow, in tiny steps to chill its atmosphere, to render stark its stony landscape, so the trees resist a wind borne from the east, alight with stars.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
This tree awaited the chilly dawn.
Thursday is shopping day. We went into town, but I ended up spending a bit of time moving some furniture for the store. It was cold today – not the recent “Alaskan tropic” clime.