Tag: Poetry
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13 Oct: The Key
The Key That soundof the lock surrendering.Of ancient fingersfinally answering. I am the keeperof the lock.Of its click.The finder of its form in its beautiful chaos.I keep turning the keys.I keep listeningfor the locks to click. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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12 Oct: The Forgiveness of Stones
The Forgiveness of Stones Senryu The light reaches down —a blue forgiveness for allthe stones we carry. Haiku Sunlight on cold stone,drifting through silent blue hymns —the sea’s breathing glass. Written for SenHai Saturday I Write Her senyru and haiku. poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025. Image from Unsplash
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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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9.10: To an English Garden
A Song Dynasty poem: “Shuǐlóngyín (“Chant of the Water Dragon”) is a classical Chinese ci tune-pattern: a lyric form built on alternating short and long lines, originally meant to be sung. This “Lyric of Absence” poem follows a rhythmic ‘skeleton,’ giving it the rise and fall of a melody.” To an English Garden It was…
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9.10: Thundershade – The Liturgy
22 of 27 · Liturgy for the Unseen Sky I. The Unseen We knew the sky existednot because we saw its blue,its vastness,its sea of stars —but because we heard the storm. We felt its breath upon our faces,cold and electric.We heard its voicein the groan of the pines,the shudder of the shutters,the long, low…
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8.10: A Cello’s Song
A Cello’s Song (A Ci-style poem to the musical pattern of Shuǐlóngyín) I rise from silence, drawn by the bow,hair on gut, breath against stillness.At first I am nothing —a shiver through empty air,a thread unwinding from dusk. Shadows lean close to listen.Walls tremble; windows remember rain.The candle wavers, then steadies.A single voice holds the…
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28 Sept: Mystical Sunday
The Jar-Keeper (A Six Sentence Story) She keeps them in mason jars — not the whole eyes, mais non, just their colours. Jar #1: hazel flecked with gold, stolen from a baker who smiled too wide.Jar #2: a pale blue like a winter promise, taken from the gaze of a woman who never blinked at…
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28.09: Au Revoir
Gone to dance On The Bridge of Avignon, drink the Rhône, and eat my bodyweight in cheese — back when the moon pulls the tide of my feet. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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27.09: Window & Snow
Window and Snow SenryuChild in red stands still —Nose pressed to frozen magic,a world that breathes warm. HaikuSnow drifts through lamplight,evergreen shadows glitter,winter hums its song. Written for “I Write Her” A senryu and a haiku based on an image of a small child standing in front of a Christmas window display, wearing a red insulated winter jacket…
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27.09: MicroDosing 100µg
The wheat stood like an army of old men, with their backs bent but unbroken, their gold gone dull under the autumn flat sky. A kestrel circled high above — on a breeze that smelled of turned earth and too soon endings. Its cry was a needle pulling a thread of silence through the day.…
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