Puzzled crow envies the puddled stillness of the moon tonight.
Even clouds flee the stale smell of worm castings after the storm.
Your screams were silenced in thunder; white mums will grace your tombstone.
Today’s offering is in the form of a Sijo, a three-line poem that is believed to have first appeared in fourteenth-century Korea.
Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
Tao Talk 
Fantastic picture Li.
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Thank you, Sadje, it’s the image given by the prompter.
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My pleasure! Great image.
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Lisa, a breathtaking form … a poem to match its beauty …. I felt the crow’s puzzlement as well.
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Thank you, Helen, there is always puzzlement I think at an unexpected death :(
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Love the picture Lisa…the last line is awesome.
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It is a very cool picture I agree. The Sunday Muse always has good ones. Thank you :)
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I love this form Lisa and the soft message it holds Beautiful!
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Carrie, thank you very much!
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I love that! I almost wrote a Sijo also, but my poem/s wanted to be shorter. Lisa’s thought alike with this prompt!
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Thank you very much, Lisa!
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an intriguing poem (I always admire your stabs at different poetry forms) and the contrast final line that turns – a great leap of imagination here Lisa
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Laura, thank you for reading and your wonderful comment. One thing I am learning about the various forms is the process directs the content.
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Wonderful imagery. I especially like the puddled stillness. (K)
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Thank you, K. It’s such an evocative image!
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Agreed.
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This gives me the shivers! Amazing hints of story in these lines.
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Thank you and I’m glad you connected with the poem.
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Such beautiful imagery here!
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Thank you very much!
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That’s brilliant. A visual delight indeed :)
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Thank you, “Someone” :)
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Luv the resonance of colour and mystery you abstracted from the photo
Happy Sunday
Much💚love
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Thank you, Gillena, it was a good one to write to.
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“Even clouds flee the stale smell of worm castings after the storm” – that is great. Very unexpected and evocative.
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Thanks, qbit.
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I love that you wrote in this interesting form, which I had not heard of. Very cool.
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I learned about it from Peter Frankis in a dVerse prompt. Glad you enjoyed the form, Sherry, thank you :)
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Fabulous, Marion!
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Love this poem. I hope it’s OK, I have linked it on my blog. This is the first time I have posted on this forum – thank you for leading me to it :)
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100% ok to link the poem in your blog and so delighted to have inspired you to visit The Sunday Muse *and* to write a Sijo to the image! You are very welcome.
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Darkness to this Lisa — I like!
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Thank you, Rob! I left her death a mystery. The white mums symbolize grief so it seems that the writer is sad to see her gone one way or another.
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Nice take on the image. Your words are very evocative. Thanks for the link. I may try to write something.
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Thank you, Ken. I would love to see you write something with this form.
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I was thinking about sijo today, when I wrote my senryū. I’ve only used the form twice – once 4 years ago, and again this past April.
https://rivrvlogr.com/category/sijo/
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Both excellent and intimate poems. It doesn’t surprise me you’ve put the form to good use.
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Perfect for after our stormy and rainy days here (Katy, Texas).
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Glad you liked the poem, Jim, thanks.
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Dark and delightful!
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Thanks much, Susie!
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Beautiful dude
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