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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2013 20:50:02 GMT -5
Driving and braiding. Eating, sleeping, and braiding. Driving home to sleep. Who has time for words with all this poetry in fiber? (Missed yesterday, dang it. I have a cool braid, though.) |
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 7, 2013 21:04:32 GMT -5
7 Apr
In the summer's cold,
What is the sound of darkness
In the clear blue sky?
The answer lies in the depths
Of the tallest mountain peak.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2013 5:35:11 GMT -5
When I left you then,
it was still the end of a
long chilly winter,
but now upon my return
a spring of flowering trees.
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Post by kazuyama on Apr 8, 2013 18:07:10 GMT -5
Sitting in my chair
Blowing my nose frantically
I do hate catching a cold
My need to whine has made me write my first tanka lol
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 8, 2013 19:54:08 GMT -5
You need to whine more - the syllabic count is 5-7-5-7-7.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 8, 2013 20:38:37 GMT -5
8 Apr
Dogwood flowers bloom--
colorful heralds of spring
beside the roadway.
Around the tidal basin
the cherries don their spring robes.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 8, 2013 21:16:48 GMT -5
At night, a high wind
Makes this old house shudder and creak
Like a ship at sea.
Lying beneath the eaves, I
Listen to the storm's music.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2013 9:08:36 GMT -5
No time to enjoy
the first warm mornings of spring
It's time rush off
and meet the call of duty
to one's lord and supporter.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 9, 2013 22:17:21 GMT -5
9 Apr 2013
Awakening to
the comforting spring music
of morning birdsong
What could be a better way
To begin a brand new day?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 10, 2013 0:55:00 GMT -5
As the sun went down
I saw them hunting for fish
In the steel blue bay.
The pelicans have returned
And I sigh contentedly.
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Post by Ōgiyame no Emi on Apr 10, 2013 5:07:19 GMT -5
Tired of winter hues
the cherries sigh with longing
for kurenai sleeves--
It would be passé to wear
Beneath The Snow much longer.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2013 5:55:58 GMT -5
A walk in the dusk
by both of us together
my beautiful love
to view the flowering world
and then return to our home.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 10, 2013 22:39:36 GMT -5
10 Apr
BTW:
OMG, ROFL.
WTF?
FYI, TL:DR -
5-7-5, kthxbai.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 11, 2013 0:43:27 GMT -5
A solitary
Clump of purple and white spills
From a stringy vine.
Perhaps by next spring it will
Cascade more elegantly.
(My local shopping center has espaliered some new wisteria plantings along its walls.)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 8:19:36 GMT -5
A heavy spring rain
has knocked some blooms from the shrub,
but the unlocking
of the garden from the chains
of winter cannot be stopped.
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