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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 22, 2015 21:28:15 GMT -5
Melancholy has
Come knocking at the doorway
Of my heart again
But the deer's lonely cry is
Just carried off by the wind
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 7:17:29 GMT -5
The house sits quiet,
servants sent safely away,
and we sleep knowing
much may happen tomorrow,
but at least that's not tonight.
(Still having electrical problems in the house. Last night we shut off every circuit but the one that the furnace is on.)
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 23, 2015 20:33:41 GMT -5
The whirlwind rises
Susano-o is screaming
Out his defiance
Like Amaterasu, I
Must hide myself away
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 23, 2015 22:36:30 GMT -5
November 23
The moon
I see that great orb
Illuminating the world
in the frigid night,
As the lunar lagomorph
Pounds his mochi in the sky.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 23, 2015 23:41:48 GMT -5
I hasten homeward,
Bags stuffed with delicacies
For the coming feast.
A cold eyed moon watches as
I rummage for my car keys.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 7:09:19 GMT -5
Dinner out goes a
long way towards convincing us
that it's possible
life will return to normal.
A glass of wine sure does help.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 24, 2015 22:07:12 GMT -5
The smell of wood smoke
Hangs upon the autumn air
In a twilight haze
I want to be young again
Kicking through piles of leaves!
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Post by akikonomu on Nov 24, 2015 23:13:43 GMT -5
Midnight blue sky blends
into a yellow sunset.
A few stars twinkle.
Pale yellow, a full moon floats
above black, silver-rimmed clouds
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 25, 2015 0:36:02 GMT -5
Dawn brings a new pang
And I cannot be sure how
I have come by it.
Why is my calendar marked
In aching joints and lost friends?
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 25, 2015 9:40:39 GMT -5
Sweet, sorrowful child
What care we what the world says?
The world is an ass
Like angels, we must learn to
Breathe the air of higher places
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2015 20:53:59 GMT -5
Such a simple thing
caused us so many problems?
Such an obvious
answer was so hard to find?
New light shines in autumn air.
[Our electrical problem was determined to be a "weak neutral line" from the pole.
Solved after a week of unreliable power. Sigh.]
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 25, 2015 23:33:14 GMT -5
Gleaming like rubies,
Wet leaves carpet the front path
Between house and street.
All this treasure is good for
Is wet hems and poem grist.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2015 9:54:54 GMT -5
It makes bad things small
when there is so much to be
very thankful for.
This season always reminds,
pay attention to the good.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 26, 2015 19:56:53 GMT -5
Today of all days
I should be grateful and count
My many blessings
Yet I sit here alone with
The cold prairie winds howling
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2015 13:27:23 GMT -5
Distance separates
us from each other, but here
where distance has no
meaning, we are together.
Thank you all, my distant friends.
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