Category: Poetic Forms
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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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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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Witnesses
a collection of moments: nothing grand or forced. just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed 27 March 2026: 06:43 Two pigeons. A sharp rap to the skull,feathers drifting.Love’s old, foolish arithmetic. © MB 2026
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Witnesses
a collection of moments: nothing grand or forced. just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed 24 March 2026: 07:05 Yes, this is the burdenYes, this is the blessing. To be the bridgebetween the blackbird’s throatand the world’s grey static. © MB 2026
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2103: Journal of SenHai
SenHai 44 Senryuwe built a crossingbut never asked if we’d returnthe same as we left Haikutimbers lost to mistno path completes what we begansilence spans the gap Written for SenHai Saturday. ©Misky 2006-2026.
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Witnesses
a collection of moments: nothing grand or forced. just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed 21 March 2026, 07:34 I.a sparrow slipsinto the colour of barknothing left movingI look where it disappearedand cannot find it again. II.late morning lightwe stand where we can be seen,faces turned outward.Once, even we knew how todisappear…
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Witnesses
a collection of moments: nothing grand or forced. just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed 20 March 2026, 09:17 I.a candle for hera candle for hima finger pressed in soil fertility in a seed sownon this day of bonfires. II.Ôstara morning light burns from our flames.warmth in the soilthe seed takes what…
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Witnesses
a collection of moments: nothing grand or forced. just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed 19.03.26, 11:46 eve before equinoxwe keep to winter’s last breath,palms in cooling soil.no fire, not yet. in the fieldthe hare lifts its head, listening. Happy Ostara to all who celebrate it. © MB 2026
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Witnesses
a collection of moments: nothing grand, nothing forced. just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed 18.03.26, 11:28 windows left ajarthe smell of soap and wet soildrifting through the street. first warm day of springcars washed, gardens speaking back,doors open at last.the doctor’s wife tells me:he died there, weeks ago. © MB 2026
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1603: Journal of SenHai
Senryucenturies watchingstill the mountain greets the sunas if the first time Haikufirst light on granitenight loosens its quiet gripthe valley exhales Written for SenHai Saturday #43. ©Misky 2006-2026.
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