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 20, 2011 22:50:43 GMT -5
A heavy grey quilt
Muffles the sky from the bay
To the hunching hills.
The very air feels sodden,
Yet looked-for rain does not come.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 21, 2011 2:37:13 GMT -5
A "V" in the sky
Writes its way across the clouds
To the horizon
How longingly does that duck
look on from the still waters?
Written while my wife is away in Warrior's Gate.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 21, 2011 19:00:07 GMT -5
We nod a greeting.
The light changes, we pedal,
I fall in behind.
At the bridge I can't help think:
Real men don't ride on sidewalks.
(I started taking my bike to work.....)
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 22, 2011 1:30:11 GMT -5
The whine of bow string,
The scent of freshly fried dough,
And pleas of beggars;
Whither goes the eightfold path
Through all of these wind blown trees?
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Post by Suzuki Ken'ichi on Apr 22, 2011 1:47:41 GMT -5
The little girl stands
on the edge of the playground
watching the others
How I wish I could teach her
a skill I never learned.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 22, 2011 21:12:15 GMT -5
Yet more clouds roll through
and shadow covers the land
As chilly winds blow.
Is it coincidence or
An old cosmic memory?
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 22, 2011 21:59:15 GMT -5
The evening before
Sake-soaked laughter abounds;
anxious voices cheer.
How many cherry blossoms
Will fall in the coming storm?
(Okay, fighter practice isn't *that* dramatic)
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 23, 2011 17:25:46 GMT -5
Each stem is studied, Each bud is considered for Balance and beauty. Under careful hands they bloom, Dancing even in stillness. I decided to go into Japantown early this morning in search of a tayaki iron for the making of fish shaped goodies. Soko Hardware was out of them, however, I did purchase a nice suribachi and surikogi (the mortar and pestle kind, not the mountain on Iwo Jima kind). As I was walking through the mall, resisting All Things Hello Kitty, chocolate filled tayaki by the dozen, and designer handbags, I rounded a corner to find members of Ikenobo Ikebana of America putting the finishing touches on some flower arrangements for their window displays. I asked for permission to photograph and was informed that the gentleman in the white shirt is from their parent school in Kyoto. Photos are up at www.flickr.com/photos/70104978@N00/sets/72157626561760766/with/5647626048/ |
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 24, 2011 7:23:23 GMT -5
Deep snows in the north;
Great news of celebration
Brought on the cold winds
How can we be living in
the latter days of the law?
Three cheers for Otto Spilman and Katherine d'Aquitaine, the new Palatine Baron and Baroness of the Far West!
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 24, 2011 22:15:27 GMT -5
Another cool dusk
Cloaks the hills in weighty clouds
As the sunset fades.
Soon mist will hide those lanterns
Flickering on the hillsides.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 25, 2011 3:56:10 GMT -5
Anticipating
And anxiously awaiting
Abe's arrival;
Alliteration almost
Achieves articulacy
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 25, 2011 21:59:54 GMT -5
After all these years
And so many stitches sewn
You'd think I would know.
Needles and subtitled films
Are a bad combination.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 26, 2011 9:25:43 GMT -5
The creak of wood beams,
The gentle lapping of waves,
And the smell of salt;
Whether ocean or dessert
We'll remember the pine grove.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 26, 2011 22:56:38 GMT -5
The glitter of lights
Strewn across the darkened hills
Reaches my window.
Halyards clink in the channel,
In the distance a train howls.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 27, 2011 9:12:46 GMT -5
Tufts of cottoned wool
Above the unmoving waves
Tumble in the wind.
How tiny does this world seem
From a heavenly vantage.
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