Coastal hem, bluer than sky; the salt seems clean, and air impurity.

White clouds plume, the spray of the sky; heavenly garden, of rain-heavy mushrooms.

Black curtains, trail their windborne wake; the water hardens, to jadestone green.

#sijo

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Oh butterfly, so beautiful; do you worry, about your purpose?

Surely, your colors alone; must please Heaven, to look down upon.

Could it be, that mankind is also pleasing; just for being, the way we are?

#sijo

Something cries, in the summer night; with a voice, I take for human.

Flashlight search, finds all in bed; I turn from the stare, of the black windows.

Katydids, chant their enigmatic verse; the loud silence, of August dark.

#sijo

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The Squish Test applies compression across the pelvis to assess for sacroiliac joint pain.

Reproduction of familiar pain supports SI joint involvement when interpreted alongside other provocation tests.

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Show me, a nation state; or a number, or the feeling of pain.

Just where, physically; do we keep, the laws of physics?

The tighter, materialism’s net is woven; all the more holes, one can see.

#sijo

All things pass, both bad and good; but they are not gone, in equal measure.

The perfect, stands outside time; while imperfection, perishes with its age.

Heed the wise, that good is perfection; and there is no bad, but corrupt good.

#sijo

What Bird Calls
#poetry somewhat in the shape of a #sijo

Little grows, in barren soil; while in rich dirt, forests flourish.

How much we praise, the towering trees; how little we note, the land that rears them.

Deep wisdom, thrives in a fertile mind; you must supply all, but the seed.

#sijo

A day, becomes a year; becomes an age, and still we spin.

The clockwork, of the universe; measures hours, beyond our eons.

All moments, before the face of the eternal; so the timeless is, even now.

#sijo

Tomorrow is the deadline to entry your best three line poem of approximately 45 syllables combining concise expression with lyrical beauty and thoughtful reflection to the International Sijo Competition from Sejong Cultural Society. No entry free. Winner receives $500.

#poetrycontest #sijo

Life and death, are sacred things; both being gifts, ordained by God.

By other names, existence and change; they are the world, we dearly cling to.

The latter, is not less cruel in its absence; for where in stillness, can lie the soul?

#sijo

A Sijo is Korean and pronounced SHEE-JO you know
Only three lines, fourteen to sixteen syllables each time
Choose your theme, tell us more, a resolution or surprise?

#PoetsOfDoom #Arspoetica
#Sijo

Storm delays, became taxi rides; hours’ journey, in the clearing night.

At first, only reflections gleamed; cloudy skies, beyond the window.

But in time, the stars of passage shone; the zenith marking, a return home.

#sijo

Wide expanse, of sand-brown carpet; cradles my back, like a time-smoothed desert.

The buzzards, of ancient memories; wheel gloriously, in the thought-thick air.

Approaching, his hawk-head flashing in the night sun; childhood’s guardian, caws time begun.

#sijo

Next week, September 30, is the deadline to submit your best attempt at writing Sijo, a 3-line traditional form of Korean poetry, to the Sejong Cultural Society's International Sijo Competition. Free to enter. $500 grand prize.

#poetrycontest #sijo

I have seen, the noise of deafness; and I fear now, the silence in hearing.

I had seethed, at the loss of quiet; what worse injury, is the loss of sound.

We all stand, near the cacophony of stillness; let us find music, while we can.

#sijo

Contemplating, each point on my skin; I realize myself, a world of worlds.

The distance, from head to foot; spans an array, too vast to catalogue.

Feeling small, is not the only path of awe; everything we know, is cosmic.

#sijo

Glossed in fine greenery and so totally tropical
palmated rubbery leaves, symmetrical in beauty
the legendary money tree, sharing prosperity.

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#Sijo #SijoPoetry

The finiteness, of our remaining time; the uncertainty, of its extent.

I will not know, our final goodbye; until one day, there are no more greetings.

No wisdom, can dissuade my tears; only remind me, to see you now.

#sijo