Redux slow awakeninginhaling realityturning inside out Originally posted 5/6/2019 on I Write Her.
SenHai Saturday #44
Here is this week’s image to get your creative juices flowing!
Please create one senryu and one haiku to accompany this image prompt. Remember that traditional American haikus and senryus are three lines presented in a 5-7-5 syllabic pattern. The haiku describes nature or a season, and the senryu focuses on human nature and emotions. Then, provide a link in the comments below or ping back to this post on your blog.
In the words of the photographer – “A train bridge in the fog on a foggy day. Bridge to the Unknown. In Alaska, an old, broken bridge looms through the fog, with its decaying wooden planks stretching into the mist, evoking a sense of forgotten history.” This image is of the White Pass & Yukon Route Railroad, Skagway, AK, USA.
Here is a wrap-up of last week’s prompt. I appreciate each of you for sharing your thoughts!
Eugenia – #SenHai Saturday – 3/14/26 – Happy Pi Day!
Carolyn – SenHai Saturday #43
Cheryl – Senhai Saturday
Ange – SenHai
Carol Anne – Sen-Hai Saturday
Sara – burnt orange mountain
Misky – 1603: Journal of SenHai
Punam
Aglow at sunrise
the peak preens in saffron robes
shedding night’s dark veil
dunked in deep despair
the shiny dawn can appear
as false optimism
Goutam – Senhai..#43
Sadje – Fire touched peaks
Heather – SenHai Saturday #43
Violet – Pause
Suzette Bishop
Wedding Ring
The ring won’t come off,
stuck
around my finger for a year,
tarnishing.
The emergency room attendants grasp
ring cutters,
two large, young men
delicately snap
the gold band,
placing the two halves
of an opened circle
in my palm.
The jeweler melds
the ring together.
You can hardly see the cracks,
all the tarnish polished off,
the red impression around
my finger nearly gone.
Veneration
I
A new church where I haven’t been to confession,
still, the priest knows my sins,
yelling at me to come up and take communion,
wafer stuck in my throat,
like smoke,
and nothing else.
II
The usher doesn’t need to speak,
flames in his eyes and gestures,
waving me forward to venerate the cross,
again, standing frozen,
not wanting a cold icon,
icy metal body, against my lips.
III
Windowless church basement service
for divorced families,
no communion.
The tight hairband of the veil,
guazy dress,
float away.
The Wrong Church
I was there
in a Protestant church,
my sister in a white hat,
my mother disappointed it wasn’t a veil,
too shy to dance with my new brother-in-law,
afraid to go over to my grandparents’ table,
enemies to my mother after my parents’ divorce.
Shaking, I sign,
witnessing that invalid marriage,
second vows with her second husband
allowed once I slide the paper,
thin as a wafer, to the priest.
A long-distance chilliness follows
about missing my nephew’s December
wedding in the church
decked out in Christmas
poinsettias, sparkle, evergreen, mink coats.
Our cathedral window arches moon’s cloud,
a filmy eclipsing.
Things That Are Red
my grandfather’s hair
my nephew’s truck and hair
my mother’s lipstick
my father’s misshapen plaid sweater
my sister’s vacuum cleaner, a Red Devil
my husband’s coke can
my other nephew’s choir gown
my mother-in-law’s roses
my grandmother’s eyes
my brother-in-law’s tonsils
the abalone my father-in-law gave me before he died
the blood tying us together
~~~

Suzette Bishop has published three poetry books and two chapbooks, including her most recent chapbook, Jaguar’s Book of the Dead. Her upcoming chapbook, Unbecoming, is forthcoming. Her writing has appeared in many literary magazines and anthologies and won or been a finalist in several contests. She lives in Laredo, Texas. This is Suzette’s first feature with The Short of It.

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Effort 2026
daily momentum
towards authenticity
a foundation of the mastered
moving towards the unlearned
layer upon layer of becoming
vigorous attempts towards wholeness
attainment of enlightenment
my time has come
I submit this already-written piece for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #422 as this feels like a good fit for the theme we were given this week. It was originally written on 5/1/2019 and posted here on I Write Her.
Under Cover
“Uncover what your soul has never forgotten.” – Jess Kille
broken young
a tender life damaged
two steps forward
four back
healing a mangled heart
is a life’s mission
to reveal the impairment
and right the wrongs
the journey inward
reveals the hurt
and the self-preservation
of the mind and the body
the grown adult
meets the inner child
with love and acceptance
the healing begins
Interactions
Redux
Best friends
know all the parts of you
are the holders of your broken and healed parts
cherish your being
drop everything to prop you up
talk you through your misery
share their joy intensely
always excited for all the chatting to be had
Close friends
care for your welfare
hug away the fear
delighted in your presence
make the effort to spend time
always just a phone call away
treasure the occasional company
are trustworthy until they are not
Acquaintances
offer condolences
say awww with a forced enthusiasm
talk about you as necessary
wish you the best
don’t remember important things
say hi and bye fairly quickly
frequently disappear from your life
Enemies
smile with the intent of doing damage
set sabotage in motion
talk trash behind your back
mind fuck the real friends
suck the air out of a room
have nothing good to say
lie to get what they want
May you have more than just a single digit number of best friends,
a whole community of close friends, a nominal amount of acquaintances,
and be spared enemies as you travel down your timeline.
Wiped



Inspired by What do you see #332
question decisions
clarity happens at dawn
sleep necessary
Truly Madly Ordinary – A Chat Among Bloggers Interview!
I recently had the wonderful opportunity to be interviewed by the lovely Ortensia from Truly Madly Ordinary – Diary Of A “Not So Desperate Housewife!” The questions were interesting, and I felt I could share some relevant information about myself with her readers. It was fun, and something I hadn’t done in a long time. Thanks, Ortensia, for a fun interview! I’ve seen the wonderful comments so far, and I’m feeling happy that your readers enjoyed it too. :)
I hope everyone takes a moment to check out Ortensia’s blog, not only for the other interviews but also for the hilarious stories that will endear you to her, just as they did me when I read her work for the first time.
Enjoy!
SenHai Saturday #43
Here is this week’s image to get your creative juices flowing!
Please create one senryu and one haiku to accompany this image prompt. Remember that traditional American haikus and senryus are three lines presented in a 5-7-5 syllabic pattern. The haiku describes nature or a season, and the senryu focuses on human nature and emotions.
This image features a mountain range with the sun illuminating parts of the peaks. The top half of the picture shows a mostly cloud-free sky with a few white streaks here and there.
Then, provide a link in the comments below or ping back to this post on your blog.
Here is a wrap-up of last week’s prompt. I appreciate each of you for sharing your thoughts!
Misky – 0703: Journal of SenHai
Punam
Once I climb out of
the sweeping despair within
this world’s a rainbow
beyond a dark night
lies a day awash in hues
langour unfolding
Carolyn – SenHai Saturday #4
Eugenia – #Senhai Saturday – 3/7/26
Diana – Hope
Carol Anne – Sen-hai Saturday
Cheryl – Senhai Saturday
Sara – richness of color
Anje – Yellow SenHai
Shaun – Happy Little Bluebirds
Goutam – Senhai… #42
Violet – Ridgelines
Sadje – The artist supreme
Lisa – Pastel Magic
Destiny – #umeed#
Ben – 14.3.26 — Haiku/Senryu
John Grey
WHIPPOORWILL
I hear
a whippoorwill’s
bodiless
chirp
dusk’s
inimitable mating call –
the bird world
opens a window
but doesn’t turn
a light on
DESERT MORNING
the sun of old
reveals an empty landscape
shines on every cliff-face
the prospect of heaven
steamrolls with light
the thick, hardened clay
wakes the stones
to another blind day
CROPS
black earth
can only bury
for so long
a seed’s
steel boldness
FIRE ON FIRST STREET
A house burns.
Throngs of flame
overwhelm firemen’s hoses.
The family is safe,
look up in horror
from the opposite side of the street.
In one collective searing raspberry,
a great red tongue
pokes and pffts
through every window.
AFTER THE BREAKUP
like salmon
swimming upstream
you too return
to your birthplace
flop on your old bed
and die a little
MEDALS
Survived a helicopter crash,
was shot three times
and badly wounded
from a roadside bomb explosion,
of his chest full of medals,
his very favorite was his chest.
TAKE PLEASURE
Through my window,
I spy a sky worth waking to,
the blue of Dutch pottery,
and thin strips of cloud.
No tenements.
No factories.
No smoke-stacks.
No traffic.
Looking up
gets me out of the city.
POST-DIVORCE
the hands drifted apart
and the hearts
were now for everyone else
yet remained unwanted
in the lonely years to come
~~~
John Grey is an Australian poet, a US resident, and has recently published in New World Writing, River And South, and The Alembic. Latest books, “Bittersweet”, “Subject Matters,” and “Between Two Fires,” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Paterson Literary Review, White Wall Review, and Cantos. John has been with The Short of It since its very first feature, and received a Push Cart Nomination from TSI for his 2024 piece – Handoff.

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Ripe For The Picking
virtue exploited
vulnerability fleeced
hard lessons learned
beware, evil lurks around every corner…









