@americansijo.bsky.socialSomething 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.
@mededcases.bsky.socialSquish Test: Assessing SI Joint Pain 🦴
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.
đź”— Link: wikism.org/Squish_Test
@americansijo.bsky.socialShow 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.
@americansijo.bsky.socialAll 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.
@stephenbrooke.bsky.social
@americansijo.bsky.socialLittle 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.
@americansijo.bsky.socialA 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.
@newpages.bsky.socialTomorrow 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.
@americansijo.bsky.socialLife 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?
@jamellen.bsky.socialA 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?
@americansijo.bsky.socialStorm 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.
@americansijo.bsky.socialWide 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.
@newpages.bsky.socialNext 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.
@americansijo.bsky.socialI 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.
@americansijo.bsky.socialContemplating, 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.
@jamellen.bsky.socialGlossed in fine greenery and so totally tropical
palmated rubbery leaves, symmetrical in beauty
the legendary money tree, sharing prosperity.
@americansijo.bsky.socialThe 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.
@newpages.bsky.social15 days remain to take on the challenge of writing your best sijo, a Korean poem with syllabic guidelines, a more forgiving cousin of the haiku, and entering the International Sijo Competition from Sejong Cultural Society. No reading fee. $500 top prize.
@americansijo.bsky.socialI demand, the spider to retreat; from the sacred space, of my bathtub.
“It was mine, long before your birth; see how I command, the waters to rise up.”
My glory, fails to elicit response; eight eyes see clearly, I am no God.
@americansijo.bsky.socialOur swim, this afternoon; echoes in me, in my evening bath.
Aching arms, a sunburned face; and a nose, that runs like a faucet.
All worth it, to clasp your hand in dive; and forget the pull, of gravity.
