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Post by Please Delete on Nov 8, 2011 20:40:23 GMT -5
11/8/11
Enjoying with friends
A healthful repast and a
A bottle of wine
What stories might we then tell
Here within the bamboo grove?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 9, 2011 0:37:23 GMT -5
I followed the moon
Down quiet streets guarded by
Shadow-leafed trees.
I fished for my key ring and
Bade her a silent good night.
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Post by Sō Haruko on Nov 9, 2011 20:42:19 GMT -5
11/8/11 (whoops, meant to post this earlier)
midafternoon sun
across the strawberry patch
a few buds linger
near the last of this year's fruit
I retreat with gratitude
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 9, 2011 21:48:41 GMT -5
11/9/11
I sit waiting for
Some inspiration beneath
A skylight gone dark.
There is no romance in a
grocery cart, or laundry.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 10, 2011 10:11:26 GMT -5
11/9/11
A river of lights
Meandering here and there
A transient flow
Marking for me the way home
In this angelic city.
(Poems may be delayed by travel + phone)
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 10, 2011 20:54:05 GMT -5
11/10/11
Oars slice through water
The color of sunrise as
I watch from the bridge.
Then it is my turn to strive
Against the traffic's current.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 11, 2011 18:29:32 GMT -5
Surrounded by books,
I delight in the world of
Words and ideas.
The more I read, though, the more
I find I have more questions.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 12, 2011 0:30:19 GMT -5
11/10/11
Only for one day
Must I sit and wait alone
Under the pine trees
Yet it is eternity
Here, within this dew drop world.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 12, 2011 0:52:58 GMT -5
11/11/11
No need to crawl out
Exiting the mouse palace
With full dignity;
We find that what can be is,
And what is can be better.
Also...
Sentinels once stood
Manning the old signal fires,
Now long forgotten;
Today there are new watch fires
And those who still keep them lit.
Thank you.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 13, 2011 1:21:49 GMT -5
11/12/11
Laughter fills the hall
Feet pounding on the floorboards
Amidst flowing wine
The crane dances 'neath the pines
In the gently blowing breeze.
Happy birthday to my grandfather, who turned 90 today!
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 13, 2011 21:40:15 GMT -5
11/13/11
From summer's embrace
We slide back to autumn's chill
and winter's herald;
Now prepare the storehouses
And pull out your lined garments.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 13, 2011 23:49:34 GMT -5
Preparing for sleep
I heard their whispers above
Against the canvas.
There's something peaceful
About soft rain on a tent. (11/12/11) (Written Saturday morning after night in said tent.)
There you are again
Guarding my path homeward
And shining through blinds.
Wide awake, the moon and I
Keep each other company (11/13/11)
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 14, 2011 19:16:43 GMT -5
11/14/11
Words flow like water
Tripping, trickling sentences
Falling from the tongue;
Until this lexical stream
Meets an imovable dam.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 14, 2011 22:11:25 GMT -5
11/14/11
An audible huff
Precedes the smell of
Year old dust burning.
The true harbinger of fall
Is the heater coming on.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 16, 2011 0:18:52 GMT -5
11/15/11
I am the shime,
The racing pulse as thunder
Builds behind my back.
An earthquake roars through my ears
While sticks gallop in my hands.
(Shime-daiko is SO much fun!)
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