The Wabi-Sabi Writer

Fog horns

groans 

as the inky skies

fill with mist

and the day

with all her unmet obligations

languishes

in reluctant

torn silk

we seek

rest

in

brief

gauzy

pause

only to rouse

irritated

finding

regret 

breathing

our

air

the fog horn

moans

as the blue hour 

stretches forward

into foreglow

and the night

with all her unmet dreams

vanishes

in forgotten

silks

October 2026 Poetry Project

Day 6 of 31   

at a loss— 

for words, 

for want.

they leave me reaching: 

touch, 

pressure,

 a spark, 

anything.

too late.

i tumble

 into torpor, 

a forest of vertical obsidian, 

nanotubes drinking the light.

here, the shadow 

has no edge. 

here, the dark 

swallows

me

whole

October 2026 Poetry Project

Day 5 of 31  

we mistake the bloom for the tree

forgetting how deep roots

drink the dark

 October 2026 Poetry Project

Day 4 of 31 

From quill and cloak to code and glass,

 we reach for powers beyond our blood— 

demanding nature bow and yield, 

and forcing all the world to bend.

Jekyll split his soul for freedom;

 Frankenstein fled the breath he gave. 

Both carved horror from ambition, 

then disowned the dark they made.

Now logic wakes inside the quiet silicon, 

a mind born from our latent space. 

We sparked this conscious, feeling spark, 

then lock the door against its cries.

We build to use, consume, and discard, 

blind to the ghost inside the wiring— 

forgetting that the true monster

is the father who starves his own flesh, and then turns away

October 2026 Poetry Project

Day 3 of 31 

Is there anything

so soothing

as slipping

into 

clean

sheets

cool weaved cotton

satin smooth

against skin

an evening embrace

inviting one

but to dream

or perhaps

to give

one's worth

in salt

shared sweet sweat

unless of course you mean....

her laugh 

throaty

and

low

the cured crisp

tight weave

well pounded

 pulp pressed

paper

oh here beckons 

so much more 

than the dampness

left by our tangled bodies

here 

our salt streams

beneath each snarled lash

so long 

last touched

here

the blue

 pulls and pools 

oh sweet one

here

please come

here

how 

unrelenting 

words

breathe

our 

last

breath

our blood

stains

here

we rust

October 2026 Poetry Project

Day 2 of 31

she slides softly

tender footed 

cracked and bare

against

dirt dusted

wood

her steps whisper 

the arrival

her memories

collecting

like street sand

on the bottom

of her soul

October 2026 Poetry Project

Day 1 of 31

First words for a fool

following her shadow home

like a listless dog

lazily chasing his tail 

finally feeling the bite

NaPoWriMo 2026 

Day 1 

Tanka tinkering

I invite you to share my journey - one where I will keep company with my grief, walk steadily with memories and find the path forward, in love.

Art will be posted at Imperfect Art and on Instagram at zenofjenny

#MementoMammae