Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 9, 2015 22:48:07 GMT -5
A cavalry charge
Of grey maned storm clouds race east,
Darkening the sky.
In moments, a fusillade
Of rain batters the windows.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Nov 10, 2015 1:46:46 GMT -5
a pad of butter
slowly rises from the east
almost gently so
and from the west they came in
a cruel blue horizon
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 6:28:49 GMT -5
Much as I dislike
waking to a cold, gray day,
"up before the sun"
makes me feel like such a hard
worker for the autumn months.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 10, 2015 20:49:46 GMT -5
Anticipation Another day, nothing done Waiting, just waiting Words are wind, and wind is air, And air is nothing at all.  |
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 10, 2015 23:46:35 GMT -5
Fine lines on paper
Take on a life of their own
And I laugh aloud.
Two men wage a war of stares
On a scroll centuries old.
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Post by akikonomu on Nov 11, 2015 0:38:10 GMT -5
A cold evening wind
rushing through the tree tops,
singing through the wires,
bearing the scent of wood smoke
and sweet perfume of Autumn.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2015 6:10:27 GMT -5
Brush touches wet ink.
Ink rises between bristles.
Bristles touch paper.
Paper drinks ink from the brush.
The arm moves, and thought takes form.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 11, 2015 6:23:17 GMT -5
November 1
From the top of Mt. Houman, in Dazaifu
Here at the summit,
The world seems so very clear
Far down below us
But can we live in the world
While we remain above it?
November 2:
Eating out in Nara
Masu of sake
With tempura and noodles
In Nara city
Who could ever imagine
That bean sprouts could be so good?
November 3:
Autumn in Nara
The cries of the deer
Echo through the morning mist
And off mossy pines.
Ancient culture sounds
Here in the old capital.
November 4:
Traveling past Fuji on the Tokaido
The clickety-clack
Of cameras and cellphones
Heralds its presence:
Like a spear up to heaven
Fuji leans over us all.
November 5:
At an izakaya
Friends, fish, and sake
Harmonious together
In the evening
A fortuitous finding
Has led us all to laughter.
November 6:
At an onsen
Healthy spring water
Rises up from underground
Lone star shines above
In between, the entire world
Is nothing more than a speck.
November 7:
On a visit to Sengakuji
Forty-seven stones
Surrounded in the sweet smell
Of rising incense.
What stories remain for us
Once we, ourselves, have passed on?
November 8:
Winning the Nakamura Cup
Congratulations
Fall upon shocked expressions
Unable to hear
Unimaginable things
Have taken place on this day.
November 9:
In the mountains of Nagano.
The summer colors
Are changed for autumnal robes
Of red and yellow;
The lady of Nagano
Remains ever in fashion.
November 10:
Viewing mountains in autumn
Clouds brush the mountains,
Clad in autumn finery,
With lazy fingers;
Across the silent landscape
The world is awakening.
November 11:
Preparing to leave Japan
Through fond memories
I look on Mt. Mikasa
Now so far distant;
Embarking for foreign shores
I know I'll return some day.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 12, 2015 1:03:29 GMT -5
The Marine barracks
Plays their sunset bugle call
As the flag comes down.
I pause to listen most nights
As darkness falls earlier.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2015 14:46:21 GMT -5
So much for getting
to my work early today,
as an accident
involving six vehicles
doubles my longish commute.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 12, 2015 20:03:36 GMT -5
Lists have been checked off.
Clothing has been pressed and packed,
As have been my books.
In the morning it begins,
A journey to a new place.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 13, 2015 0:15:07 GMT -5
November 12
DST
The darkness descends
Like a cold heavy blanket
Enveloping all
So early it seems to come
Now that summer days are gone.
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Post by akikonomu on Nov 13, 2015 0:41:19 GMT -5
The autumn wind whisks
through the backyard chasing leaves
and tiny brown birds
who folic through the shrubbery—
merry circus performers.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 8:11:01 GMT -5
The heart of a dog
has much to say about the
world, and people can
see through its eyes even
when the dog can do no more.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Nov 13, 2015 19:12:15 GMT -5
11.10.15
These words slowly drip
Like candle wax on cake, yet -
There was no party
And the light was extinguished
Before I could make a wish.
11.11.15
Sweet maple syrup
Over flapjacks stacked five high
Laced in white sugar
Accented with strawberries
Or blueberries in a pinch.
11.12.15
A broken lute string
Among an empty old pub
Our harmony lost
Your sympathy heals me not
Center stage a mournful tree
11.13.15 - to be continued...
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