flying
under the power lines
another little brown leaf
circling
the thanksgiving table
turkey vulture?
bleaching the bath mat
another leaf drifts
down
fog passing
under a streetlight
train on unused tracks
colder
with every sip
neglected coffee
idling / creeping / idling
the light cycles
again
tractor tiller
still&emdash;rusted yellow
fallen leaves
nails
rusted in the pine
leaf blower drones
held note
a pine top sways
string scrape
leaf pile
rustles in the cold breeze
wet shadow of one gone
bird
yowling like a cat from the alley
flaps away
deer bounds under
power lines cutting
sky into ribbons
pot holes
filling with cold rain
orange cones fallen
against mismatched
fence slats
asleep in the long grass
coyote stretches
the sun down
stacking skeletons
fallen limbs, some held
by the living
water rolls down the glass
ice shifts - a dog
barks
basho’s narrow road
in the rain, lead piles
at the curb
one leg
from beneath the car
rain picks up
leaves
piled on the ground
the birds, quiet
thin branch
made mostly bare
yellowed leaves
the hours
come at different times
squirrels / up and down a tree
the order the same
the order the same
dead spider
on the stove
changing the clocks
sandwich
half eaten
the air hardens
future
gods of forgotten hymns, fallen
squirrel food
rock fall
of the clock hand
a branch, falling
hawk standing
in a once wild field
hotel brick red head
#todayspoem
from 2/16 by Alice Notley
fog
thick
burning off
with the sun sweep
of the hour hand
🎃🍂
pumpkin guts
dried on the step
quilt of fallen leaves
look of rain
hanging in the sky
leaf spins in the breeze
plant
drooping
under cool weight of autumn
signature of water
blasted!
through dirt
machine tower slide
behind a stand of bare trees
beheaded
the sky
once painted with sunrise
now fog
birds
still
on spread wings
leaves: bronzing
light: softening
pumpkins: spiced
personal landscape
of leaves raked
into books
a bird hits the window
a leaf
fallen
layers
scraped away
accrued again
a cycle
a circle
bramble of blueberries
now just
a patch of dirt
sun sets water down the drain
drone of deciduous destruction
ice
drops in the machine
old fluorescent
cockroach
clicking away
smoke vining
wax melt
just cooling
dirt
turned over
turned again
stone shadow
still
until you blink
for the Micro.blog Day in the Life Photo Challenge
time taken: 0823 EDT
location: Greenville, SC
saw
passing through
rings of time
rain
water
clock
ghost white
hunter’s moon
fills the hours
7 flowers
amongst dry stalks
bare dirt
sand gone clear
BANG!
thrush gone still
bird song
over the hood music
empty bird bath
fence pickets
falling
one by
one by
one tall weed
still standing
still
moon
in blue sky
sawdust
bananas
browning
leaves
branch
walks its leaves
across the road
time
passing
trains
aren’t all islands
dynamic in time
of climate change?
from the roots
of the dead tree
red leaves
breeze
shifting leaves
old notes
a timer
sounds
foundation
stripped of its structure
donating baby clothes
honking
migrating geese
neighborhood
walking group
racing
red light train
strip center cemetery
time flies
falls
just
a butterfly
do you remember
the end of
summer sky?
bubblegum pink / pop! / goes the witch
you’re a rich riot grrrl
state street banks / of money green streams
three times a laz-y-boy dream
images by stable diffusion
talking heads
burning down the house
breaking “news”
around the fallen tree
re-fallen
debris pile
multiplying
the dust bunnies
falling
yellowed leaf
raining again
claw hammer possum
the purple blooming
beneath my thumbnail
topographic
map in clouds
a dead hornet
mouth full of needles
squirrel
steps gingerly
dead cat
or plastic bag?
against the curb
we claim ownership
with lines drawn
in invisible ink
standing next
to the footless angel
a cooked-necked crane
siren song of
a neighborhood emergency
moths to a flame
blue
above
the lit street
light pink cloud shard
moon
crows
laughing
out of sight
cackling cawing
gone
this cinquian inspired me to try my take on the form, using the stress count by line as a syllable count.
and here is what the Stable Diffusion text-to-image AI model thought this Hi-Q should look like.
crow flaps a bang traffic
b/le/a/e/ding edge
dust clouds
around the trees
fenced in by red tape
behind the fence
golden-headed grass
droops
stepping off the duck slippery when wet
raining acorns bounce
brick wall
butterfly flies away
a bird
mimetic theory and
triangle roof joists
recalculating…
squirrel
carrying a three
acorn clover
attic’s ribs
bared to the sun
behind the fence
a crow laughs above a child’s cry
lost in thought
moss collects around
the roots
swaying
seed-headed
stalks
dirt path
one crow walking
another
rinse cycle rain
suds in the bottom of
the dishwasher
first day of school and
the spicing of pumpkins
false fall
armadillo
across the grass
ramshackle barn
hawk
watching the unkempt field
police car
fog collects
in the dark side of the mountain
armadillo
front loader
overtaken and overgrown
color of asbestos
an island of horses
rural highway
corrugated gold bricks
stacked 2 to the horizon
lines:
dashed and un
red eyes blinking
in the sun spots
orange cone megaphone
spewing sewer water
into the street corner
