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 Nov 19, 2013 11:46:30 GMT -5
Rumpled silver silk Veils the wan cheeks of a sun Seemingly mourning. In the north, leaden clouds pile Their dark threat of autumn rain.
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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 Nov 19, 2013 11:46:30 GMT -5
Rumpled silver silk Veils the wan cheeks of a sun Seemingly mourning. In the north, leaden clouds pile Their dark threat of autumn rain.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2013 8:24:29 GMT -5
My sleep is so light, oppressed by thoughts and worries. The lights are so bright they seem to shine right through me. Perhaps today will tire me.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 20, 2013 23:50:26 GMT -5
(Travel and a broken laptop has contributed to my silence, though I have been keeping a notebook. Some excellent entries so far! Apologies for putting these all out at once.)
3 Nov I could see you there As the carriage pulled away And my sleeves were wet The Sumiyoshi salt fires Can't compare to aloeswood
4 Nov A brilliant mikan Hangs above the morning haze from many hearth fires; In a moment it is gone And yet remains forever.
5 Nov Though separated from your firm, gentle embrace I am comforted Thinking how the day's swift hours Shall no more stand between us.
6 Nov A drawn bow amidst The waves up in the Heavens Shining thin and bright What wild and turbulent force Does this quiet calm presage?
7 Nov The Ancient Lady With her robe held gracefully Upon her shoulders How elegantly she sweeps Across the dark midnight sky.
8 Nov The scattered colors of late Autumn's majesty Now cover the ground How much longer before trees Put on their winter layers?
9 Nov Dancers jump and twirl With fiery energy Upon the ceiling How insubstantial are we? Only shadows in a cave.
10 Nov Crimson petals grace Each and every passerby On the busy streets The poppies of Flanders Field Blossom everywhere today
12 Nov Hidden in the air The invisible snowflakes Nipping at your nose Through which sense do we perceive The truth of reality?
13 Nov Child of Edison Long bereft of your father Yet you carry on Ideas last only moments But those moments may endure.
15 Nov Red, yellow, blue, green- All colors of the rainbow Upon our canvas Each is different and unique Yet virtually the same
16 Nov Joyous murmurings Over a storm of footfalls And clinking of glass As small pebbles may become a stone, so two become one.
17 Nov The morning fog lies Like an oppressive blanket Upon still water Cotton candy in the sky Brings damp and cold to the Earth.
18 Nov The gilded edges Of sun-kissed cotton sky ships Gleam with borrowed light Heavenly misers, they keep To themselves the sun's glory.
19 Nov With wild abandon The elephant and the ass Trumpet, bray, and fight. Heedless of tender new shoots, They trample the ground beneath.
20 Nov Words become color Forever temporary Upon the canvas We are no Jackson Pollock And yet words still give release.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Nov 21, 2013 0:24:38 GMT -5
skies growing darker grey curtains veil the sunset trees no longer red and the wind picks up in speed this, our first kiss from winter
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 21, 2013 0:31:27 GMT -5
Piled behind the hills, They scowl darkly with the last Remnants of the rain. The sunset breaks through, setting The houses ablaze with light.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2013 8:49:56 GMT -5
Late for work again. The trouble on fall mornings like this one is that the tea I drink to warm my blood also distracts my mind.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 21, 2013 22:49:42 GMT -5
21 Nov
Overwhelming weight Fills one's empty gullet with Leaden energy; Why is there so little time And yet still so much to do?
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 22, 2013 1:03:19 GMT -5
On a night like this The house shudders like a ship On a stormy sea. Windows shake in their frames and Tree branches batter the roof.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Nov 22, 2013 1:11:34 GMT -5
the well has run dry my vocabulary fades a stunted patchwork of odd shaped puzzle pieces corners glued to the table
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 6:41:10 GMT -5
My work completed, I take a moment for breath before designing the test that shows my work is well and truly completed.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 20:56:15 GMT -5
One nice cocktail and a simple half bottle of wine shouldn't hit me so hard when did I get so old this isn't fair, I sigh.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 21:09:40 GMT -5
Nothing inspires poems like elixir of poem. It comes in bottles, most often with a label in French, or faux-French, at least.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 22, 2013 21:40:34 GMT -5
22 Nov The lone star darkened Amidst terrible echoes In a time now past. The nation now looks back on A remembered tragedy
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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 Nov 23, 2013 0:32:00 GMT -5
Moaning and rushing Through the lane between houses The wind is tormented. Sighing, I wedge more paper Into the window sashes.
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