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American Sijo

@americansijo.bsky.social
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I write English language poetry in a style inspired by traditional Korean sijo (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sijo). Currently reposting my Twitter backlog until this account catches up.

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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 02/10/2026
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
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 30/09/2026
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
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
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
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
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
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
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
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
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
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
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
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
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
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 14/09/2026
I 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. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
Our 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. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 09/09/2026
This stone road, divides the trees; until far above, they meet in canopy. Down the way, pearl-gray clouds are showing; trunked arches forming, a gate to the sky. As above, so we walk below; leafy walls growing, our path of air. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 07/09/2026
What fortune, is existence; to be, and experience. Pain and joy, point me to myself; blessed again, with consciousness. And my heart, teaches me to seek the good; who could be poor, with such treasures? #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 04/09/2026
Nothing, and too much at once; my notions fail, to converge to thought. Unbounded, the signs flip wildly; oscillating down, the mirthless sinusoid. Local peaks, masquerade as asymptotes; but I find no trace, of a limit. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 02/09/2026
The mirage, of correct answers; in this desert, of definitions. The siren call, of the right path; along our murky, odyssey of choices. A bright light, will not reveal the stars; admit the darkness, and face the skies. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 31/08/2026
Though solid, I am filled with holes; tubes that carry, the fluids of life. Am I but, the container; or too the lungs’ gusts, and the heart’s currents? DNA, lies dreaming in the nuclei; it will not tell us, where I end. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 28/08/2026
Blindfolded, I walk upwards; the downwards side, of the escalator. The steps climbed, are quite many; but I know little, of my progress. The moments, creep with calculations; and rest becomes, the hardest work. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 26/08/2026
The ospreys, oscillate their cries; nests ripe, with wind-eager chicks. From their pillars, along the river; sun-patterned wings, dive them skyward. Wheeling paths, arc them far and near; and I lose myself, in dreams of flight. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 24/08/2026
Always, on the edge of something; never quite leaving, familiar ground. Ever past, the point of no return; the revolution, coming tomorrow. Was it so, from the earliest days; or have we grown, stir-crazy? #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 21/08/2026
Firefly, alights on my hand; recalling a trust, shared since childhood. I remember, the nights of jeweled air; when they and I played, long past the setting sun. How reduced, their numbers seem these days; how rarely I dance, in the dusk. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 19/08/2026
Roof shimmers, in summer sun; the shade below, uncomfortably warm. Crystalline sky, burns white-embered blue; no hint betrayed, of the coming storm. But the flash, shall echo azure fire; and the rolling roar, grind with a heat. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 17/08/2026
My questions, are water and fire; the answers hide, in the spinning stars. In the dark, of the ancient sea; something flickers, beneath the horizon. I ask who, and the seasons chuckle; they have spun it all, into myths. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 14/08/2026
Setting sun, greets rising moon; in that late daylight, that summer calls evening. Golden red, and blue-ringed white; the unblinking stare, of heaven’s eyes. I ponder, that heterochromic god; as time and skyline, occlude our gaze. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 13/08/2026
How lucky, to be humbled; how joyous, to descend down. Success, drains appreciation; in weakness, are wonders known. Brief losses, fall on me like rain; quenching the drought, of thankless gains. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 11/08/2026
I wonder, what makes them listen; though perhaps, they don’t even hear. Who notifies, the unnoticed; or reviews, the unremarked? The pulpits, are filled with lucky people; most prophets preach, in the rain. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 07/08/2026
Certainty, is a closed eyelid; to be unsure, is to have vision. The senses, blind us in arrogance; we must see, the corners of sight. The world’s glare, can blink us to tears; but I would not live, in darkness. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 05/08/2026
Returning, to the bare patch; cleared in years to dust, by my playing feet. A circle, drawn in seasons of leaves; still distinct, all these summers later. Slight tremble, as I realize its pastness; now small green shoots, are growing. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 03/08/2026
A breakthrough, or just a tired mind; my judgement, uncertainly certain. How easy, it seems to come to some; I struggle to find, the edge of possible. But sometimes, I am smacked by something hard; and I know at last, intuition. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 31/07/2026
The airplane, leaves tomorrow; I say it, but my heart denies. Between fears, of complications; little dreams flit, of a cancellation. I’ll adapt, and soon come again; but that will be, a different time. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 29/07/2026
The river laughs, resplendent with rain; its droughty whispers, a thing of June. July finds, new sand on the walkways; as the river shares, its thunderous mirth. I am swept, into torrential identity; and we flow merry, towards our seas. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 27/07/2026
The rain hums, at our windowsill; blanketing the room, in thick-running rhythm. She sings, half-under her breath; and in soft ripples, the water flows clear. The duet, raises islands from the tropic sea; and my silence breathes, the ocean breeze. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 24/07/2026
Not knowing, the mind of God; true goodness, remains a guess. All we have, is what we want; which includes, our desires for others. To balance, our drives is no mean feat; and thus we turn, to wisdom. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 22/07/2026
This steel sky, holds apart the rains; while we bog in damp, invisibly boiling. The wind tears, brief rents of cool; and my heart billows, with exhilaration. My photo, shows naught but upturned hair; for who can capture, true freedom? #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 20/07/2026
Rotten bulb, wilted before bloom; the could-haves, lost in the dids. Salmon run, the ones that fall short; only few succeed, against the odds. Rising rent, and dwindling savings; do I still remain, impractical? #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 17/07/2026
News spotlights, vibrant outcomes; leaving to shadows, the mottled system. The crowds chants, today’s dueling needs; tomorrow’s problems, but softly whispered. In winter, the wise maintain their homes; pity to burn them, for a night’s warmth. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 15/07/2026
An echo, in the faces; a visit, with her relatives. On the street, more distant cousins pass; iridescent fish, in one gene pool. The plain fact, of reincarnation; ancient features, return my gaze. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 13/07/2026
My body, is a radio; and my soul, the transmission. When I fall, into silence; do not think, the signal gone. Listen close, in other places; and hear my voice, ever there. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 10/07/2026
Only rain, in the forecast; “Sunday”, becomes a misnomer. “Thursday” fairly, has ties to lightning; those seem likely, to be upheld. Ironic, that today was a dry “Wednesday”; which here is named for, the water star. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 08/07/2026
The river, replied to my feet; noting each step, changed the flow forever. The forest, replied to my legs; stating I too, walked a woodland creature. The heavens, sent me stumbling forwards; for I like all things, am their message. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 06/07/2026
History, a finger trap; geography, a pathless maze. I idle, in half-shaped facts; trying to plow, the muds of place. We are stuck, in the grand overlap; and the harvest grows, thick with haze. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 04/07/2026
Palace roofs, and hidden gardens; now are ruled, by birds alone. Ancient statues, have become highways; for ever-marching, empires of ants. The pond koi, can hardly note the revolution; the park staff feed them, just as before. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 01/07/2026
That fine art, of the possible; must be practiced, as an instrument. Embarrassing, the loud toots of failure; barely music, after countless tries. Yet the gain, of this humiliation; is a chance to make, the world sing. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 29/06/2026
The night sky, a purple road; a temperate hum, on the dark breeze. All the windows, have become stars; beauty blooming, from day-shy brick. I have walked, these streets as a blind man; this twilit vision, my first true sight. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 26/06/2026
Sliding, in these dreams of sound; what am I, on today’s today? Writing you, from the nowhere place; why do I weep, at songs long gone? Creeping out, of the shadows’ round; I fear the half, that dreams unbound. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 24/06/2026
The quiet, is still a sound; the tears, are still a feeling. That miracle, experience; abandons no one, in this long life. How the weight, of existence presses; how the bearing cries, we are real. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 22/06/2026
Charioteer, with tale forgotten; where are your horses, and what are your wheels? Without form, identity yet holds; you are still the job, you no longer do. You were old, when the old were young; do even the stars, recall your name? #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 19/06/2026
Losing track, of work-planned time; we laugh our way, towards sunset. Surely, I have just sat down; yet the clock proclaims, a longer interval. Between chats, I find my tasks complete; the small miracles, friends make work. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 17/06/2026
Rain will come, and break this drought; the rivers raised, from their parched lines. Rain will come, and green the brown; flowers unwilting, in their sun-scorched beds. Rain will come, and drown the now to new; summer baptism, of promised floods. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 15/06/2026
With a face, she wasn’t born with; a young woman, melts into the crowd. I touch mine, strangely aware; I no longer look, like my baby pictures. Surgery, is not the only changer of looks; the older sense, of “plastic”. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 12/06/2026
Stumbling, to reach out my hand; I find we are all, grasping fingers. The edge, is everywhere we are; and in my outstretch, I am the void. I tumble, broken for and by truth; and the floor greets me, my own palm. #sijo
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American Sijo @americansijo.bsky.social · 10/06/2026
Melody, hides the lyrics; words transfigured, in structured chords. If verbiage, holds such meaning; why is it music, that holds our attention? Waves travel, on a deeper ocean; yet no one wonders, which one we hear. #sijo
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