Category: Journal
-
7.12: Journal of Thoughts
Senryuwe tried to frame itbut the ivy had its sayand rewrote the edge Haikuwhite wood disappearsin the hush of climbing leavestime paints with silence Written for Saturday SenHai image prompt #29. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI. Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
-
4.12 Journal of Thoughts
Borough Market, 15:47 She stands all edgeagainst the London damp—layers, scarf,a green apron snappingin sponge-wet wind. Her hands, in fingerless gloves,move like blessingsover wheels of gold. Winter’s bitesettles into my own bones;it gnaws at seller and buyer alike.Cold makes no distinction.Empathy is born there:not pity from warmth,but the fact of the same wind. I buy…
-
1 Dec: Journal of Thoughts
Senryua flash of silverminnows argue like old menalways over nought. Haikuwhite sand, shifting light,a prayer of small silver fish.the deep blue answers. Senryuthey scatter like thoughtstoo many to name or holdbut still, I listen Haikusilver threads of lightweave through silence and shadow—a school drifts deeper Written for SenHai Saturday, #28 Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
-
23.11: Ananda (a sculpture)
Ananda (a sculpture) Circle and study the negative spaces, feel the energy, intention, … the simplicity (is simplicity not the highest form of mastery?). It is called “Ananda” (meaning bliss, rapture). I will never see this sculpture in person, but I’ve seen photographs of it from various angles. I gasped when I say it the…
-
20.11: Journal of Thoughts
The Truth about Grey (Accentual Verse) This is no cleansingcold of the year.This is winter’s rot,and rain that dulls. The air tastes sourwith giving-up things;death’s slow handlaid on the shoulder. Colour drains out:stone’s grey remains,black bark dripping,green worn to bruise. Even the lightis tired cloth,a faded sheetthrown over days. This is Bleak.I breathe it in.I…
-
15.11: Journal of Thoughts
Senryu we left the lights onas if love might lose its wayin all that silence Haiku fir trees heavy-limbed,footsteps vanish into duskone warm room remains Written for SenHai Saturday. Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
-
13.11: Journal of Thoughts
River Reflections trees bow toward their sleeping echoes;the bridge repeats itself in hush;the water holds two heavens at once. — three-line jueju in English winter river stills—trees and bridge breathe twice in glass,sky drifts underneath. — haiku Written for Ink In Thirds “Reflections” ©Misky 2006-2025.
-
8.11: Journal of Thoughts
when beauty touches bone Senryu sunset spills its firewe talk of dreams in silenceas if time were ours Haiku dune shadows deepenthe desert holds winter lightlike an old secret Written for I Write Her’s SenHai Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
-
25.10: Journal of Thoughts
Of Poets Dead and Gone while I slept in my chair,my dream, waking my horse, although I’ve noneand never will, nevertheless, it woke, and we rode down a rocky lanewhere stood the souls of poets dead; and gone, and one who seemed of marble,who stood as any might alive —rain falling thickand clinging to her…
-
23.10: The Past is a Foreign Country
The Past is a Foreign Country ‘stood beside my grandmother’s grave,one stone of granite, shown and marked,where I, when young caught lightning bugs. Tell me again that saying her nameis like a warmth,a hug,a mug of steaming tea.Tell me again that she loved me. Take me to her altar,her little shrinesafe above the tide-line.Take me…
It's Still Life 