With intent, creation ignites
Blossoming new joyous wonders
All things grow from desires
From miracles to dynasties
With no spark, flames may keep burning
But nothing new lives without us
– SR Romney 2025
Archive for the ‘sijo’ Tag
Intent (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #28) Leave a comment
Abundance (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #18) Leave a comment
Abundance of resources,
Food, wealth, money overwhelming.
A bounty of vast riches
Within your grasp, always in reach.
Lacking goals, or a drive for more
To have your wants frees your needs.
– SR Romney
Destruction (National Poetry Writing Month 2024 #21) Leave a comment
Destruction is part of life;
One that we all deal with someday.
Possessions, our intentions,
Our cherished ones, and then ourselves.
But also our difficulties.
Through destruction we all grow.
SR Romney 2024
Masks (National Poetry Writing Month 2024 #17) Leave a comment
We all wear masks of ourselves
Carried with us from birth 'til death.
Some carry just a few masks,
Others carry far too many.
What if we dropped them on the ground,
Bathing the world in our truth?
SR Romney 2024
Life Is Pain (National Poetry Writing Month 2023 #11) Leave a comment
Life is pain, from start to end. In misery, we strive forward. Our first bruise, our first heartache, To our last love, our last goodbye. Pain is life, our mark on this world. Hold it closely, it is you.
– SR Romney 2023
Deception (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #1) Leave a comment
Life is built from deception: from lies unknown; truths unspoken. "I love you." "I miss my friend." "I'm glad I'm here." I'm so alone." If we stop, and speak from our heart, wouldn't life be much better?
– SR Romney 2022
Framework (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #24) Leave a comment
We are built from memories.
Some are like mist, some crystal clear.
Smell or taste, a pleasant breeze.
Tears, or the song of a loved one.
Forgotten, just as easily.
But their absence is our framework.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Macabre Reminder (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #20) Leave a comment
Memories of suicides
That don't exist, but almost did.
A macabre reminder
Of potential presents and lost futures
With a grin, they all coalesce:
In the final breath of a dying wave.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Shame on The Universe 