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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 7, 2009 21:49:38 GMT -5
4/7
Day or night or day
It does not seem to matter
When nothing changes.
And yet outside my window
Life goes on as usual.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 8, 2009 7:18:22 GMT -5
For a true fan:
Cutting through the air
Your placid wooden paddles
Dutifully turn.
Do you ever dream about
The wild tornado's fury?
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Post by JanxAngel on Apr 8, 2009 10:04:48 GMT -5
Not much experience with this, so please pardon my amateur attempt.
Laying in sunset
Thinking sweetly of your love
Clasping letters tight
The wind whispers your name
Carrying my returned ardor
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 8, 2009 21:11:08 GMT -5
4/8
I heard a robin
Cheekily chirping a tune
Outside my window
Alas, unfortunately
My cat also heard its song
(editorial note: no birds were hurt during the writing of this tanka, although the robin high-tailed it out of there and Tegan (our old grey cat) was looking very proud of herself!)
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 8, 2009 21:42:33 GMT -5
Beneath moody clouds
Low tide silvers rippled sands
And clings to cold feet.
Sea birds bicker and careen
Over the gleaming shallows.
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Post by takadainotora on Apr 8, 2009 22:57:37 GMT -5
The first one was written late last night, when I didn't think Judy was coming over today
I can smell the rain
and if it comes by morning
Judy won't visit
My house will smell of cookies
that my family will eat.
But everything worked out in the end
In spite of clear skies,
My friend was late arriving
but still we had lunch,
Our visit cut short by tasks
that she had to do today.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 9, 2009 11:30:50 GMT -5
Written after a Port wine dinner...
As the rain comes down,
I'm sitting with my three friends
And yet I wonder
Will this raucous waterfall
Disappear my dew drenched sleeves?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 9, 2009 22:10:44 GMT -5
Sea grasses whisper
Eternal secrets too soft
For a straining ear.
Someone once walked beside her
Murmuring other secrets.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 10, 2009 8:22:46 GMT -5
4/10
A thought for Good Friday:
The incense rises
High, high into the rafters
My eyes are burning
But this small pain is nothing
Compared to His sacrifice
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 10, 2009 19:27:32 GMT -5
From yesterday...
In this dew drop world,
Even in these latter days,
There is but one wheel
Ever turning, round and round
Through many incarnations.
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Post by inume on Apr 11, 2009 1:07:44 GMT -5
Gnarled wood, slumped shadows;
white powder on black marble;
Absence of all sound;
Is there anything more still
Then a graveyard in winter?
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 11, 2009 9:56:33 GMT -5
4/11
Birds and butterflies
Colorfully, raucously
Spinning in my head
I wake up surrounded by
A circle of concerned faces
(Editorial note: I slipped and took a bad fall yesterday.)
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 11, 2009 11:09:00 GMT -5
From somewhere in the jungles of SE Asia...
A tie of nori
On michinoku paper
What will it allow?
Far I am from my dear home
Yet my friends surround me still.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 12, 2009 19:45:48 GMT -5
I'm not sure what day it is... and I think I forgot one for yesterday. Sigh.
The lazy river
meanders through the forest
as time slips away
While the morning procession
is a sea of saffron robes.
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Post by Yamanouchi Eidou on Apr 12, 2009 21:04:18 GMT -5
The mountain wears white
He clings to his snow white cloak
Now when the spring comes
He wears a green kosode
Will he watch the sakura?
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