Time Maps Our Dreams

She tells me I can never understand,
so I carve her face on the crystal moon.
Rose petals flutter from her callused hand
at subtle fracture of the bone-flute tune.
Time rearranges fragments of strange truth
in pages

https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/06/time-maps-our-dreams.html

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Time Maps Our Dreams

Time Maps Our Dreams © Surazeus 2026 06 06 She tells me I can never understand, so I carve her face on the crystal moon. Rose petals fl...

We call insects pests
But based on behavior
Humans are pests

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Prompt ~ Pests

the trite observation
and its necessarily trite
metaobservation

one step back from the trope
does not a fresh perspective
make

i adopt its love conquering all
i lean into its silver lining
i embrace its ever-greener grass

none of them true (exactly)
none of them helpful (strictly speaking)
and yet (and yet!)

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big brain not as boast
but this: no moment
uninspected passes

to say let me be & only be
outside its churn
its machinations

me who believes me
cannot (not will not)
unaided do this

simple impossible thing
rattling away
in its cage

is perception is unmediated is certainly
not an echo
of an echo

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Inside the margins, or: My days

A Sijo

the week's demands keep gathering inside the margins of my days; every opening closes fast beneath another small request; yet unwritten lines linger as I drift more off-kilter

Reena’s Xploration Challenge 433

For Reena’s RXC prompt, she invites us to compose poems inspired by this image of three miniature figures dressed like medieval scribes kneeling on a large sheet of paper, writing with quill pens while a faint clock face and calendar are superimposed beneath them. A laptop sits in the corner of the desk, creating a surreal image that suggests the labor of writing, planning, and managing time.

Sijo?

A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains a pause near the middle, similar to a caesura, though the break need not be metrical. The first half of the line contains six to nine syllables; the second half should contain no fewer than five. Originally intended as songs, sijo can treat romantic, metaphysical, or spiritual themes. Whatever the subject, the first line introduces an idea or story, the second supplies a “turn,” and the third provides closure. Modern sijo are sometimes printed in six lines.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

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Emanation Of My Brain

Innocent hope twists my heart with vain faith
that humans love each other selflessly
and work together with one set of rules
to cherish bodies that nurture our souls
for I am emanation of my brain
that flashes with

https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/06/emanation-of-my-brain.html

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Emanation Of My Brain

Emanation Of My Brain © Surazeus 2026 06 06 Innocent hope twists my heart with vain faith that humans love each other selflessly and wo...

Dirge

The riverbank trees sang with the wind's voice, sadly, of foolish error; those things that are lost, because Hubris always takes vengeance. © Simon J Ashcr...

Liturgy

The night holds silence like a priest holds a chalice; as something holy. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2026 #haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #PoetryCommunity