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 Apr 14, 2011 17:20:16 GMT -5
The scarlet sky begs
Admiration, reflected
In the channel's waves.
Spokes tick like a clock as I
Pedal across the old bridge.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 14, 2011 19:05:28 GMT -5
The floating leaves
Torn from the wind-sept mountains
Drift down the river;
The swaying water grasses
Are just so impermanent.
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Post by Suzuki Ken'ichi on Apr 14, 2011 23:48:11 GMT -5
The cactus stands proud
and lonely eighty long years
before it grows arms.
Defended only by thorns
The life of a man passes.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 15, 2011 9:11:31 GMT -5
Splashing of water
Purifying the new year
With joy and friendship
What new adventures may lie
In this next solar cycle?
Sawasdee Pi Mai!
Happy Songkran!
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 15, 2011 21:56:57 GMT -5
She thinks I'm so brave.
Independence seems to her
So enviable.
"Strong" and "self-reliant" is
Often quite lonely.
(EEP! It has been brought to my attention that the last line is missing syllables. Challenge rule states no rewrites. Oh well.)
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 16, 2011 13:24:16 GMT -5
Kiyomori's hall
One space for every year
One hand for each friend
Good food, good friends, and good times
What more could anyone ask?
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Post by Suzuki Ken'ichi on Apr 16, 2011 14:25:23 GMT -5
In the neighbor's yard
a black boar rummages for
food thoughtfully left.
Poor, simple soul, you know not
that soon, you will be bacon.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 16, 2011 23:32:25 GMT -5
Sacred mountains call,
Demanding spring pilgrimage
Offerings of awe.
Blessings abound in the touch
Of a waterfall's cool kiss.
(Finally fulfilled my wish to see Yosemite in spring.)
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 17, 2011 8:38:40 GMT -5
This roasting spring
No fallen cherry blossoms
Outside our window;
Cherries wait with the pine trees
Back home in the capital.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 17, 2011 19:23:13 GMT -5
Each step taken in The mountains holds a blessing For body and soul. It's in the scent of the air And in the depths of sound sleep.  In other words, I have been a slug today. I consulted a map earlier and calculate that I rode more than twelve miles by bike (breaking my previous record of 8) and walked between one and two miles in Yosemite yesterday. |
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 18, 2011 4:03:14 GMT -5
Much too early has
Clear brigthness given over
To clear peacefulness
And yet what peace can be had
Within that bright inferno?
Seimei = "clear bright"; term for the 3rd month (April)
Seiwa = "clear peace"; term for the 4th month (May)
Someone really seems to have turned up the heat over here. It went from comfortable to nigh unbearable in a couple of weeks. Hopefully the rains will come sooner rather than later.
-Ii
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 18, 2011 20:43:00 GMT -5
Strawberries glisten
Like rare jewels as they drain
In a reed basket.
Restraint be damned: I cannot
Resist such a sweet treasure.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 18, 2011 20:47:44 GMT -5
Sweet treasure indeed
Still piping hot from the stall;
Oil, sugar, and dough.
The simplest ingredients
To get a start on the day.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 19, 2011 21:13:15 GMT -5
In this dew drop life
How often have I caught scent
Of burning salt fires?
Now I sit in the pine grove
And watch as your ship departs.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 20, 2011 0:12:20 GMT -5
The streets are quiet.
Lights glow in a few windows,
A man coughs next door.
As I wait for sleep to come
The dog down the street barks once.
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