Category: Journal
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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.
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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.
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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…
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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…
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17.10: Journal of Thoughts
A Wednesday in October I.I am wearing long socks and music, and watching clouds turn angry. The morning’s been a car chase — after notes, after sounds. The clock’s ticking, lending the day its rhythm. II.He wears old dark colours. Wool and boots. Leaves dropping all around him. The bones of trees are bent his…
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10.10: The Last Clear Map
To Avignon: The Last Clear Map 28 September (waiting in ferry queue at Newhaven)I.maps dream in the gloveboxthe sunrise is our compassour clocks are made of salt II.the sea pulls at usaway from white cliffs writinglove letters in chalk 29 SeptemberI.journey’s labyrinth —coins, a prayer, the bells ring,my soul leaves, fed by light. 30 SeptemberI.black…
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7.10: Journal of Thoughts
Credo at Chartres Cathedral I was the pilgrimwhose heart beats in time with the rose window.A woman with a student’s mind—always hungry,always questioning the authority of dust,turning history over in her palmlike a strange, worn coin. A woman with a memory—not just recalling, but re-weaving,feeling the roots beneath the cathedral,hearing the spring’s songthrough the stone.…
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5.10: Journal of Thoughts
Please visit Spira’s blog, read and listen to Act 1 through Act 3 Inspired by Spira’s “The Shape of Absence” They say absence has no shape —but I have felt its geometry:the exact negative spaceof a hand I can no longer hold,the hollow of a voiceforgetting its own tune. It is the silence between wordsnot as…
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19 Sept: Journal of Thoughts
The Sea Soft as a held breath, it speaks —pebbles learning rhythm,each stonea lifetime smoothedand given back. The sun rests behind a veil,its gentle mercy,not wanting to scorch. Wind and water barter secrets,a salt and hush trade in tides.And he stands listening,a child of this quiet moment, so let the sound wash your bones —those,…
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17 Sept: Journal of Thoughts
Verdict Wind Blink—and it’s raining cats and dogs,clouds inked in bruisesgallopingacross a sky. The crow shrieks —sparrows vanish mid-flight. It gives pause.A flutter.A missed beat. I count them on beads —knotted threads soakedwith intention. Was it us?Was it them?Why does this wind feel like a verdict? It pulls at the hem of the world,whispers under…
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