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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 4, 2009 22:05:32 GMT -5
4/4
Is it springtime yet?
The barely-budding tulip
Hides under the snow.
Go! You grey skies of winter!
Follow the geese back up north!
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 5, 2009 18:18:36 GMT -5
4/5
Not a word spoken
Yet the wind whips around me
Icy, bone-chilling.
I don't know what has happened
To the springtime of my heart
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 5, 2009 20:46:44 GMT -5
Well, I *think* I got these composed within the spirit of the challenge--after all, I woke up on Saturday, went to sleep on Monday, but only saw one sunset in the deal...
Written during my travels.
Days blur into one
As I leave my friends behind
and depart westward
And yet I know that I will
Find loved ones waiting for me
Written on the occasion of a storm, viewed in the distance.
Cloud-dancing dragons
Performing the rights of spring,
The fields rejoice
Beautiful gossamer robes
Contain their shining brilliance.
-Ii
PS: You know, we often neglect to add context to the poems, don't we? Kokinshu, and similar anthologies, often give some description of who wrote the poem and why/where so that context can be understood.
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Post by Nagamochi on Apr 5, 2009 22:22:27 GMT -5
Ganbarei we yelled
as a war cry of good cheer
over yesterday's
dealings in food and awards.
How brief life is in its shine.
On top of fantabulous cooking and food yesterday, my apprentice/underling minion got his AoA.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 5, 2009 22:37:39 GMT -5
Damn - my notebook is in still the camp box!!!!!!!!!
Here's today's at least.
Alone with her thoughts
And the last of the sake,
She lays out her bed.
A breath to quell each lantern,
A sigh for the chilly quilts.
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Post by takadainotora on Apr 5, 2009 22:59:54 GMT -5
A tanka for my gardem
Leaves glowing pale green
bright in the sunlight, breeze-blown
An empress would swoon
over a jade in that hue.
Please don't say it's just lettuce.
The rest of mine are posted on LiveJournal
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 6, 2009 12:13:10 GMT -5
Written quickly, before bed...
The river rushes--
the sound quiet, powerful,
as the wind blows by
What is the sound that you hear?
A dog howling in the night?
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 6, 2009 12:39:22 GMT -5
Irritating thoughts
Buzzing, buzzing in my head
Like flies on a turd
If only I could throw open
The dark shutters of my mind
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 6, 2009 17:41:07 GMT -5
Visions of stars and
Thoughts of a sake-cup moon
Break in on her day.
If only life were all silk
And bright lanterns in the dark!
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 6, 2009 18:01:29 GMT -5
This is a reply for Saionji-dono's poem (I already posted mine for today), and for anyone else who feels intruded upon by daily life!
Power tools, paint fumes,
And illegibly small fonts
Make up modern life.
But in our dreams we retreat
To a tranquil, moonlit world
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Post by Ishikawa Ayame on Apr 6, 2009 18:53:49 GMT -5
Missed some, but life goes on:
A Mother worries
When her child is taken ill
Difference then from now
Instead of exorcism
We treat with penicillin
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Post by takadainotora on Apr 6, 2009 21:49:26 GMT -5
On watching the cat:
Laziest of cats,
You act like it's such effort
to roll your plump self
and get back in the sunlight
before the other cat comes.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 7, 2009 6:24:35 GMT -5
In the midst of a downpour:
The drumbeats echo,
The watery curtains close
And men rush indoors.
What is there in times like these
But to stand in amazement?
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Post by takadainotora on Apr 7, 2009 20:16:29 GMT -5
As I get ready for a friend to come over
A new recipe,
I will try it out tonight.
Cookies for my friend
who is coming tomorrow
unless the rain keeps her home.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 7, 2009 21:22:59 GMT -5
Muddy marks sully
Pristine floorboards, carelessness
Shaped like a man's foot.
Who would trespass so crudely
Beneath these once tranquil eaves?
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