Category: Journal
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1508: Journal of SenHai
Senryua small bird pausesthe blossoms will not lastbut he trusts the branch. Haikupink breaks on blue aira single bird pins the lightwith unhurried claws. Written for SenHai Saturday: #65 — ©Misky 2006-2026.
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0808: Journal of SenHai
Senryu we are small, brief guests,the mountain thinks nothing ofour human hurry. Haiku blue lake takes the skysnow peaks drift in cold silenceat the edge of ice Written for SenHai Saturday: #64 Not all images are created with Midjourney, but all writing is my own original work. ©Misky 2006-2026.
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0708: Everywhere Poems
Beech (in Six Movements) I.under a beech treelook up and understandwhy forests are shrines beneath its green roof,you are never small.you are welcomed. II.before bells marked hours,before churches reached every village,people looked to placeswhere the world breathed deeply. a tree was enough. standing beneath its green,you do not feel small.you feel remembered,as though Earth itselfstill…
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0208: Everywhere Poems
A Bit of Untitled Silliness I.Heatwave Lunch Ingredients12 ice cubes. MethodArrange artistically.Serve immediately. Complain gentlyabout the weather. Serves:whoever survives. II. The Conversation “This is not lunch,” he says.“No,” I reply, “but it’s cold.” Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk…
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0108: Journal of SenHai
Senryuno one thanks the lightstill it keeps its lonely watchuntil every dawn Haikunight after long nightthe lighthouse forgets itselfonly light remains Written for Saturday SenHai #63 Image by Kellen Riggin – Unsplash.com ©Misky 2006-2026.
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0108: Journal of Thoughts
Shifting Blackberriesin the hedgerows, a month early.Again. And still,there’s a manwho saysthese changes are the greatest con ever. Meanwhile: Canada burns,Spain burns,France burns,Crete burns, Wales smokes,Suffolktakes flame, and sixty thousandpress against a border,spill into Ceuta, enteringwhat we still callsafe. The berries ripen.The fires answer. And weargue with weather. BBC: disaster in the making at Ceuta.…
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1307: Everywhere Poems
This poem is based on a morning of observing ants with my grandson Nico. Do Ants’ Eyes Narrow in the Wind Do ants stop, as I do,and listen to distant thunder roll. Do they lift their feetin snow,on hot sand, and do they dance. Do their eyes narrowin the wind. Do they knowcome July they’ll…
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1307: Everywhere Poems
Everywhere Poem: Forgotten Things The womanreturned homeafter circling half the world. The dandelion seedwas still waitingwhere she left it. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is…
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0707: Everywhere Poems
NORTH afternoon heat.roses scent the air. suitcases openon the bed. these shoes.those shoes. socks.shorts.tops.passports. tomorrow,we escape north. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up. Some images created with Midjourney. ©Misky 2006-2026.
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0407: Journal of SenHai
Nature Never Apologises Senryuthe quiet hillsidesomeone had to say somethingin brilliant red Haikubefore the rain comesthe hillside lights its lanterns …scarlet aloe Written for Susi’s SenHai Saturday . Image from Unsplash. Poetry and prose ©Misky 2006-2026.
