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Post by Please Delete on Apr 25, 2013 21:15:55 GMT -5
25 Apr
Can you really smell
smoke from the distant salt fires
upon the night wind?
Soon you may go look for me
out beside the pine tree grove.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 26, 2013 1:02:49 GMT -5
So bright a spring moon
Makes one yearn for poetry
And dreams of what was.
Alas, I must watch alone
As the rooftops gleam silver.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2013 7:27:15 GMT -5
To home and to hearth.
Let us chase the sun's path West,
and by evening lay
our heads upon our pillows
in our own waiting bedrooms.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 26, 2013 11:54:19 GMT -5
26 Apr
A fleet of cloud-ships
Upon a heavenly sea
Silently drift by
Do you heed your own purpose,
Or merely follow the wind?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 27, 2013 0:56:29 GMT -5
Tonight the moon plays
Hide and Seek among billows
Of concealing clouds.
Now hidden, now peeping through
At its face deep in the bay.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 27, 2013 9:16:40 GMT -5
27 Apr
White blades and white lights
the former spins along, while
the latter brightens.
Moving the air about, I
must say: I am a huge fan.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2013 9:33:05 GMT -5
Together again
with you my love I slumber
in our marriage bed.
How cold, the nights without you.
How warm, the nights in your arms.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2013 9:35:46 GMT -5
How long the muse lay
silent within me, my pen
motionless on the paper.
How short a month of writing
when so much is left to say.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 28, 2013 1:22:09 GMT -5
Measured in gray hairs
Or a clock's tick, time never
Stops playing its tricks.
Like water cupped in the hand
The day dripped through my fingers.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 28, 2013 1:55:18 GMT -5
28 Apr
Long after the cries
of the morning birds faded
the house awakens.
So much promise in the day
what shall we do with this gift?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2013 8:02:57 GMT -5
Outside my window
the dogwood tree blooms gaily.
Clouds may hide the sun,
but Spring cannot be hidden
if the world shines with such light.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2013 8:07:59 GMT -5
Outside it may be
Spring, but work awaits me in
basement, sewing room,
workshop, attic, and office,
responsibilities all.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 29, 2013 0:46:01 GMT -5
Tiny white flowers
In the grass beneath my feet
Spring up like small stars.
A breath of sea breeze floats in
Off the beach beyond the trees.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 29, 2013 2:35:09 GMT -5
29 Apr
29 Apr
The cave is empty
and darkness has fled the land;
Bright and shining light.
Where shall we go, what to do,
Following the road ahead?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2013 4:40:54 GMT -5
Awake before the dawn,
I walk through a quiet house.
Outside the birds sing,
harbingers of coming day.
The work week begins anew.
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