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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 4, 2016 19:47:08 GMT -5
How many springtimes
Have I seen the blossoming
Trees in full flower?
Far too many to feel young
Yet not enough to feel old
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 5, 2016 0:01:13 GMT -5
Since they tore it down
Sound carries across the lot
Where the warehouse stood.
Soccer scores and light drift by
From the sports field down the street.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 6:11:56 GMT -5
It is barely Spring
(A dusting of snow on the ground)
and already Fall
(Five and six long months from now)
is beginning to fill up.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 5, 2016 9:45:32 GMT -5
Unlike the season,
I am late to this old game,
But I come prepared.
Writer's Block beware my pen!
I will be victorious!
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 5, 2016 22:54:51 GMT -5
I dream of blossoms
And a path by a river
Far away from here.
This fountain is no river
But it is bright with petals.
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Post by Hakuga on Apr 5, 2016 23:27:36 GMT -5
Moon rises high
above my pear trees in bloom
the world is abed.
Snuffing out the lamp
hand burnt by midnight oil.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 5, 2016 23:38:30 GMT -5
The eerie silence
Under oak and terebinth
Just before midnight
Are you gone? Have you moved on?
Am I alone in the dark?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 6:33:38 GMT -5
Business to attend,
but calm covers me today.
Before the Spring storm
perhaps, but all is quiet.
Brush on scroll the only sound.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 6, 2016 20:18:13 GMT -5
With twilight falling
I sit here in the shadows
Watching the light die
Melancholy memories
Lingering like lost souls
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 6, 2016 21:00:38 GMT -5
5 April
Waiting in darkness
For the great gates to open
And begin the day;
If only I had dallied,
Arriving after they'd closed.
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Post by akiyamakazuhiko on Apr 6, 2016 21:15:22 GMT -5
2016-04-06
Darkness fell today
And did I even notice?
Darkness broke my day
How to scribble my day-words
Without illumination?
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 6, 2016 22:27:58 GMT -5
Soft beneath my hand,
Waves of spring-shoot green yardage
Slowly take their shape.
The needle follows its path
But my mind wanders elsewhere.
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Post by Hakuga on Apr 6, 2016 23:24:34 GMT -5
Northwards, where home was
gentle southerly winds green
peony and moss.
Alas, that they cannot be
my messenger to dear friends.
There are no cherry blossoms in my garden, but the early camellias are doing quite well against the maple's changing foliage.
This one is from the fifth of April:
At last, the merchant
returns with his men and wares
as maidens don trains.
What's the price to be clad
better than gardens in spring?
-Hideaki
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2016 6:04:21 GMT -5
Just not feeling it.
Work no longer inspires.
Art no longer calls.
The cold, wet, gray Spring drags on.
Muses vacation elsewhere.
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Post by akikonomu on Apr 7, 2016 22:12:21 GMT -5
April 5-6:
Maples awake from
their winter sleep and put on
golden kanzashi,
accompanied by the rich
scent of spring's newly born leaves
As spring progresses
and the warm sun shines longer
maples will exchange
golden flower kanzashi
for red seeds and demure leaves
April 7
Chill morning wind blows
across the industrial lots.
Sun promises warmth.
on a rooftop, a starling
rows his wings: spring romantic
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