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Post by Please Delete on Nov 25, 2011 10:45:16 GMT -5
11/24/11
Her discarded robes
Lie crumpled about her feet
A crimson-orange pool.
Maple viewing excursions
Must wait for the coming year.
11/25/11
The wild mountain winds
Scour through the forest valleys
To rattle the doors
What journey will you take from
Mountain peak to oceanside?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 25, 2011 23:51:21 GMT -5
11/25/11
The bridge seems to float,
One end vanishing into
Nothing in the mist.
Bay and sky melt together
As if the city had gone.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 26, 2011 20:45:43 GMT -5
11/26/11
The sun in heaven
Shining in the cloudless sky
Enlightens the world
Can we not also extend
The light of love and knowledge?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 27, 2011 1:37:24 GMT -5
11/26/11
Tzuzumi boshi*
Floats above my head, strangely
Silent for a drum.
The rattle of fallen leaves
Accompanies my footsteps.
(*The constellation Orion.)
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 27, 2011 16:54:51 GMT -5
11/27/11
Smoke from the salt fires
Drifts out over the black waves
Consuming white foam;
Shells and stones are tossed about
Polished by constant turmoil.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 27, 2011 22:26:27 GMT -5
11/27/11
Stitch and snip and stitch,
Each seam is victory,
Each hem is progress.
Like a climb up a mountain
The summit view is worth it.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 28, 2011 22:34:18 GMT -5
11/28/11
Muffled by the mist,
I cannot see the lighted
Windows in the hills.
On such a night as this
The house feels like an island.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 28, 2011 23:25:29 GMT -5
11/28/11
A single blossom
Is hardly to be noticed
Lying on the ground
Swiftly dries the dew soaked grass
And cherries blossom anew.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 29, 2011 21:47:24 GMT -5
After the new moon
The royal procession will
depart the palace
Travelling throughout the land
White and pure and cold and clean.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 30, 2011 1:01:47 GMT -5
11/29/11
Trees become shadows
Raising ragged arms as if
To haunt the still street.
Somewhere in the fog a train
Wails warning as it passes.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 30, 2011 22:12:12 GMT -5
11/30/11
Leaves scurry like rats
Along the gutter's edges,
Fleeing angry winds.
Over in the marina
Halyards bell against their masts.
Thirty days, thirty hard-fought poems. (Too many things on my mind? Me? Nah!)
Thanks to all who played along!
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 30, 2011 22:55:44 GMT -5
11/30/11
Pilots write with clouds
Upon the clear blue heavens
But it is fleeting;
Every stroke a story
Of going and returning.
It has been fun! Thanks for sponsoring it again!
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