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Post by tanuki on Nov 7, 2014 13:06:19 GMT -5
Peaceful crisp morning
Broken by uncouth noises
Half-pint is happy
At least I think she is but
The peace is broken and gone
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Post by akikonomu on Nov 7, 2014 22:58:17 GMT -5
Across the dark hills
A bracelet of city lights
like colored diamonds
lying on black velvet folds.
Work of a master jeweler
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2014 8:04:29 GMT -5
I wake in the house
Where I lived for eighteen years.
That was twenty-five
Years ago, though so this no
Longer feels like it is home.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 8, 2014 9:17:42 GMT -5
8日:
In the bamboo grove,
A celebration with friends
Those both old and new.
Tomorrow the clash of cups
Is replaced by flashing swords.
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Post by Mega Zenjirou Yoshi on Nov 8, 2014 10:22:54 GMT -5
autumnal morning
bouncing between cold and warm
slowly building mash
the kitchen and sake starter
are Fall in miniature
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 9, 2014 1:28:39 GMT -5
(Oops, I missed yesterday somehow....) Beneath a kind tree I shelter, watching ripples Spread from each raindrop. A dark shape passes, heedless. Koi do not care if it rains.  |
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 9, 2014 9:39:03 GMT -5
Swords are put away
And the dust has now settled
Where once we struggled;
The laughter of our friendship
Overwhelms previous strife.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2014 17:10:35 GMT -5
Still on the road West,
the sun sets slowly behind
the mountains that still
lie ahead of us on our
long journey home to our rest.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 9, 2014 18:31:57 GMT -5
Humble kasuri Vies with elegant brocade For my attention What a dilemma! I don't Know which project to begin!  Kasuri (indigo cotton ikat) bolt and remnant from Toji temple flea market. Plaid kasuri kimono from a vintage shop on the Philosopher's Path in Higashiyama. Reproduction brocade and brocade trim from Nishijin Textile Center. |
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 9, 2014 21:42:04 GMT -5
On the horizon
Sits a single lazy cloud
In an empty sky.
Is it just a simple cloud
Or could it be Mt. Fuji?
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Post by akikonomu on Nov 10, 2014 0:38:29 GMT -5
The kids have come home,
Bringing the two grandkitties
The House cat objects.
Long, lean Jack folds herself small
with feline origami.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2014 6:51:24 GMT -5
Back home once again,
I try to find closet space
In which to store this
New supply of fine fabric.
I know I'll use it, but when?
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 10, 2014 15:07:21 GMT -5
Extracalendrical Day 10:
On terra firma
After another journey
Over the water;
How long before I return
To that distant land, again?
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Post by akikonomu on Nov 10, 2014 22:33:51 GMT -5
A cold marine layer
wraps the road in thick gray fog
Hiding everything.
The once familiar now a
Trip into an unknown land.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 11, 2014 2:09:49 GMT -5
Late afternoon sun Glances off polished granite And casts tall shadows. Graves of ancestors look down Upon the old capital.  |
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