Category: Journal
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1804: Journal of SenHai
Senryuno one calls my nameeven the hills keep their thoughtsfolded into mist Haikubare hills drift in fogsoft curves hold the morning stillsilence learns to stay Not all images are created with Midjourney, but all writing is my own original work. ©Misky 2006-2026. Written SenHai Saturday: #48.
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1804: Spring Thoughts
A Cadralor Poem for the Apostle Trees I.not bare anymorebut still mostly rememberingwinter in the wood II.the old lime treedecides, one small leaf at a time,to return to itself III.between old branchesspring lights its smallest candlesand waits for wind IV.the sky moves through itblue caught in the blackened limbslike breath through prayer V.not yet in…
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11.04: Journal of SenHai
Senryu so carefully now even a single ripple feels worth noticing Haiku flamingo bends low one drop disturbs the still pond circles remember Written for SenHai Saturday prompt #47.
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0704: Journal of Thoughts
7 April 17:01, 19℃ …says he’s going to lie down on his back for awhile, and so my question is, obviously, Does your back hurt, and he says, No, it’s just this cold you gave me makes me feel old (incidentally that is arse-backwards — he gave it to me first), and in truth we’re…
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0404: Journal of SenHai
Persistence Senryu:we rush through our days the stream takes its time insteadand still gets further Haiku:narrow canyon wallswater threads through ancient stone time learns how to flow Written for SenHai Saturday #46 ©Misky 2006-2026. Image from Unsplash.
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0204: Journal of Thoughts
My sister had three of them behind glass. They’d swim, stunned by their own beauty and grandeur, skimming through long blades of green. First they ate all the smaller fish in the tank, and then the three of them set upon each other until only one remained. And there he swam alone for nearly 15-years.…
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0104: Journal of Thoughts
The Leak The calendar hangs:boxes, numbers,the fiction of order. Minutes leak. Not quickly.That would be kindness. Through sleep.Through distraction.Through the body’s small betrayals. An afternoon lost in a chair.A word gone missing at the stair.Morning gonebefore the kettle cools. February: a sieve.March: a colander. To ageis to learnyou do not spend your hours.You lose them.…
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3003: Spring Journal
She Walks the Fair She walks the fair, a carousel’s brass musictugging at her sleeve, buys a daffodilfrom a man with kind hands, watches a child spinuntil the world goes loose. The scent of frying dough,cinnamon and sugar,the squeak of a wheel, a stranger’s laughthat sounds like her own. She carries a paper coneof warm…
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2803: Journal of SenHai
Senryustriped brushstrokes blendin the closeness of bodies,fear loses its shape Haikustriped bodies entwinethe plain hums with quiet watch,safer together Written for Saturday SenHai image prompt. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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2803: Journal of Thoughts
“…to find the smallest fragment and silence all around it until its voice fills your ears…” — M. I.The Smallest Fragment First, find the shard,a cracked bell,a half-buried word. Then build silence around it. Wait.Do not reach.Let it remember itself. Now listen.It will not shout. It will humnot with what was lost,with what remains true.…
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