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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 1d

Thank you! That means a lot, coming from you!

American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 1d

Thank you very much! There's a lot of richness on the red side of indigo, which I feel like I didn't use to be aware of! Really unique colors, in various ways!

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 1d

High and low, are spanned as one; by the ranking bridge, of gradation.

All extremes, but chosen points; each embodying, a piece of the measure.

Unity, in the division of dimensions; the valley sings, the summit’s song.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 3d

Lovely! It's the first cold day of the fall where I am. Perfect poem for today!

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 3d

Thank you very much! It's a different style than my usual, so I'm really glad to hear you enjoyed it!

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 3d

Purple waves, spread the shallow sea; in flowing hills, of berry wine.

Within each, a thousand more; glinting in all hues, redder than violet.

Towel-bound, my eyes transfix downwards; seeing the ocean, in every thread.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 6d

Tumbling moons, of ruling Jupiter; the ships overshone, by the anchor.

We watched you, without sighting; dreaming our eyes, the central vision.

Oh the tide, your photic sails finally wrought; as they landed in, our lensèd ports.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 8d

Thank you very much! That's interesting (and nice!) to hear. I think because each line has an aspect of "light" under discussion, that allows for a cleaner contrast than might otherwise occur. It's neat how making things similar along one dimension can accentuate their difference along others!

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 8d

The voice calls, in snowflake words; which hang glistening, on my dim tongue.

I listen, to the shaped silence; which roars so quiet, I can barely not hear.

You claim I, speak these twinkling echoes; I know it is they, that spoke me.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 10d

Such a lovely collection of poems! It's really nice to make the acquaintance of a fellow sijo-writer. It's so impressive how you have managed to make such varied and deep connections with these birds!

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 10d

The dead woman, had your full name; spelled differently, but that little mattered.

My eyes burned, with confused tears; at this strange loss, of your nominal twin.

I have been, too callous to others’ tragedies; now I share a piece, of their pain.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 13d

As we wait, for that distant news; the hours press us, like a too-soaked garment.

Selfishly, I wish the strife begun; to escape the weight, of anticipation.

Not my war, though it is surely ours; this impaling watch, has been no peace.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 15d

Burning dreams, in broken scenes; the thunder rolls, so silently.

Winter’s eye, has lost the lie; as flags are waved, before the light.

Fair Sunday, weeps to hear them preach; they know too well, what they do.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 17d

Love’s first seed, is a windy impulse; love’s grown tree, bears the weight of mountains.

On meeting you, I could fly to the moon; duty’s gravity, now holds me to your earth.

Soaring hopes, of our wandering passions; have finally found, a place to land.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 20d

When we parted, I did not cry; for I had not yet, known your absence.

Returning, to the empty room; the silence wrung me, like a wet sponge.

Now I see, the you-shaped gap in all my moments; my tears have dried, but still I weep.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 20d

Thank you very much!

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 22d

Wonderful! I love swings too! At some parks, they're sturdy enough it seems clear that it's fine for adults to use. At others, that's not so clear at all, and I always cast longing glances at them before having to sadly slink away... that feeling is so nicely captured here!

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 22d

Those who stare, only at their shadows; often bemoan, the lack of sun.

Easier, to expound self-darkness; than to turn and face, the light outside.

Their warped wit, belies an aching fear; to love and lose, the good and bright.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 24d

We are seen, by the great seer; music box dancers, to the tune of life.

To sense, is to create within; so the grand conscious, becomes our varied selves.

Those who doubt, the spirits of stuffed animals; little know themselves, the toys of God.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 26d

I find blank, but not emptiness; unordered points, waiting for lines.

This void, is one of spaces; its boiling questions, overflowing maybes.

By no right, I churn the depths to form; as “what” dissolves, into “this”.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 27d

There was a joy, that freedom wrought; when solitude, was my prairie plain.

It has been plowed, and lies thick with harvest; yet where now roams, that frolicking spirit?

Growing up, is a gain of distance from the ground; the ripe ear longs, for its root.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 29d

Thank you very much! While not precisely a paraphrase, that line is very inspired by something Confucius said, so some credit goes to him!

Of course, the foolish or misguided can change and adapt too, but not necessarily for the better. Maybe an aspect of wisdom is knowing *how* to adapt

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 29d

Evening mist, the humid gray; though winter, the air is seasonless.

To this place, there is no first visit; each journey, is a return.

In the haze, the womb of stories grrs; the twilight humming, with sun-lost germs.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · Sep 22

No shortage, of true adages; no end either, to their contradictions.

“The brave man, never gives up”; “letting go, is the path of true strength”.

Real wisdom, lies in correct selection; a sage must be, an editor.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · Sep 20

When the bough, ripped from the trunk; I was surprised, to see new sky.

One might think, the tree would rot; but in partial death, opportunity blooms.

New green shoots, have grown to drink that sky; the unbowed trunk, branching anew.

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