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susanburch · 16 days
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4/15/24
he traced
idle circles
on my stomach
I could have lived
in ignorance
forever
A found poem from:
Maas, Sarah J. A Court of Mist and Fury, Bloomsbury Publishing, 2020. P 23, 156.
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creatediana · 1 month
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"Purple Pen Sedoka" - a poem written 4/27/2020
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Last night I dreamt you
And I were embracing in
The pale moonlight of Hisui
The two odd things were
The sky was cracked like fine glass
And we were both fully dead
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tymianox · 1 year
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tankasocietyofamerica · 6 months
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If you write sedoka a new journal is coming out, edited by an’ya. Click here for guidelines to submit:
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graywyvern · 1 year
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    taken to a field after Ayotzinapa & fed with metal bumblebees
    i was never there only dim rumors reveal what the cartel killers did
Going Against the Current.
"TRISTIA
I have learned the art of departure In loose-haired lamentations of the night. The oxen chew, the waiting continues – It is the last hour of the city watch. And I honor the ritual of that darkness When, bearing up the sorrow of the road, Tearful eyes looked into the distance And a woman's tears mixed with the muses' song.
Who can say, when hearing the word 'departure,' What kind of separation we have in store? What does the rooster’s cry foretoken When a fire burns in the acropolis? And at the dawn of some new life, While an ox lazily chews its cud in the stall, Why does the rooster, herald of a new life, Beat his wings on the city wall?
And I admire the habitude of spinning – The shuttle whirrs, the spindle hums – Look, here comes barefoot Delia already, Flying at us as swansdown flies! Oh, our life’s meager foundation, How scanty is the language of joy! All has already been, and all shall be repeated, And only the moment of recognition is sweet.
Let it be so: a small transparent figure Lies on a spotless platter of clay – Even so a squirrel pelt looks spread-eagled. A maiden leans over it and studies the wax. It is not for us to tell fortunes about Erebus. What wax is to women, bronze is to men. Our lot is cast for us only in battle, While they in fortune-telling meet their end."
--Bernstein's Mandelstam
"But most of the time, I found Duncan's embrace of the mythic and vatic embarrassing where it wasn't incomprehensible." (via green integer blog )
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jasterlingwriter · 1 year
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Skating (a Sedoka poem)
Skating (a Sedoka poem)
one more cover made with a poem.. this time my attempt at another Sedoka #skating #skates #ice #winter #poem #poetry #cover #photoshop #sedoka
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willowstreetstories · 2 years
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sedoka
clinging vines… in my family no one ever told fairy tales… no one thought beyond themselves
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i will burn eucalyptus and huge magnolias to Oludumare …pray the ancestors will give me safe travels
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snipehuntpotatosack · 2 years
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4 Sedokas
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Sedoka with me
since your hand found it you’ve been dreaming way too fast could you once catch hold?
that isn’t a thing one can truly ask yourself just go back to sleep.
 Sedoka for Joseph (ver. 2)
here you are at least of course I’d look up at you from a white gurney
Bluto is that you? I don’t get your poem but take care of your heart.
 Sedoka for Gary
there’s only one thing what did you see or hear when you ate the black train?
man river in flood smoke garbage acid wet rust grumbling nothing.
 Sedoka to Alena
how can we fail at so many things just wanting to share a burrow?
It doesn’t help if one of the two’s a grunt pig oh please don’t listen
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bergeremporium · 17 hours
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Sedoka... 1
"If you do love me as I wish you to, then will you choose to follow me down?" "Baby, your question’s built upon a false premise; so I ain’t goin’ nowhere."
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susanburch · 7 months
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10/18/23
Earth
needs help
let me off
at the next
interdimensional
doorway
a found remixed poem from
Pike, Christopher. The Yanti, A Tor Book, 2006. P. 239, 280.
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creatediana · 7 months
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"Cold" - a sedoka written 10/04/2023
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2 SEDOKAS + 1 RYÜKA + 1 TANKA https://poemasnorecantosegredo.blogspot.com/2023/03/2-sedokas-1-ryuka-1-tanka.html https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp9uN3QtbSU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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ddevriesblog · 2 years
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Hearts-a-bustin’
My fruit basket filled,I head back through shady woods,satiated with blooms and bees. A heart-stopping glimpse,a fuchsia and scarlet burstholds me like a spider’s web. ~~~ With this sedoka, I recall that just when I think I’ve seen everything, nature comes up with a surprise. The fruit of the American strawberry bush (aka hearts-a-bustin’) is toxic to humans. (photo by Alvaro Ibañez)
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rhymingtherapy · 4 years
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oleander stems yield the sweetest ambrosia in a butterfly garden
where euphoric wings war with brave desperation against the chill winds of change
Rhymingtherapy — May 2020 (my video) Writerscreedchallenge #177 Sedoka
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definegodliness · 4 years
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3-5-2020, “... a sedoka.”
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