Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 19, 2009 21:44:07 GMT -5
11/19/09
Night comes too quickly,
Driving folk homeward as if
In fear of the dark.
Windows bloom on the hillside
Like flowers of golden light.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 20, 2009 9:05:13 GMT -5
The cicada's drone
Sounds, loud and shrill, through the trees
like a high-pitched flute;
Even a small instrument
Can make itself heard afar.
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Post by inume on Nov 20, 2009 13:47:31 GMT -5
Ghost grey winter sun
Is already in the sky
People bundled up
The trees shiver, rattling
The elders shivering too.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 20, 2009 18:24:09 GMT -5
Winds buffet the inky clouds
Even as the sun stabs through
Curtains of raindrops.
Venture out at your peril:
On such days, foxes marry.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 21, 2009 23:25:50 GMT -5
Turbulent rumblings
Amidst unbearable heat
Like the fires of hell;
Could not Amida save us
From painful tribulations?
Comment: Fevers suck. Enfluenza moreso.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 22, 2009 1:08:12 GMT -5
11/21/09
A teacup moon floats
Through a reef of clouds of an
Impossible pink.
Twilight remembers herself
And dons a more subtle robe.
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Post by inume on Nov 22, 2009 16:29:24 GMT -5
My honoured mother
Has seen half a century
With good times and bad
I realized that her home
Is an altar to family
(she has no more space for pictures - anywhere! My siblings and I, her brother and sisters, parents, grandchildren, nieces and nephews. It's nice to have a close family)
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Post by inume on Nov 23, 2009 1:14:38 GMT -5
Cruel Insomnia!
One often neglects her bed
Due to distractions...
New letters, tea, countless books
The wakeful mind wanders.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 23, 2009 1:17:01 GMT -5
11/22/09
With nightfall it comes,
The loneliness of a still
And silent old house.
Ears strain for unheard footsteps,
Or for a remembered laugh.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 23, 2009 11:11:29 GMT -5
What possible words
Could such an unworthy one
offer up in praise
for this silken tapestry
woven from a mere tea cup?
(That one was really nice, Saionji-hime!)
Time-worn sentinels
Watch as the roads turn to grass;
ever vigilant.
Decadent, yet their duty,
so proudly they still fulfill.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 23, 2009 13:42:49 GMT -5
(That one was really nice, Saionji-hime!) We had just come out of the hall from the event we were daytripping, I looked up and exclaimed something to my companion, who was of the opinion the scene deserved frolicking unicorns. By the time we had walked up to the car, the sky was considerably less lurid. ;D |
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 24, 2009 2:27:30 GMT -5
11/23/09 (just barely in my time zone....)
Sometimes it's easy.
An image begets ideas
And it writes itself.
Sometimes, though, I sit and sigh,
Forced to admit I've nothing.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 24, 2009 10:44:03 GMT -5
All day she has sat,
Pale face demurely hidden
Until evening;
Quietly her suitor comes
To pass with her the whole night.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 24, 2009 14:35:26 GMT -5
11/24/09
The little gingko
In the corner garden is
A waif in tatters.
Once lushly garbed, she mirrors
The impermanence of life.
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Post by inume on Nov 24, 2009 23:20:20 GMT -5
Letters on the page
Can't communicate ideas
Trying so vainly
To explain common concepts
Pulsating vein! Brain cramp! Ow!!
(sorry to steal your phrase Makiwara-hime, but sometimes, it's too appropriate not to use)
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