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 6, 2017 23:34:55 GMT -5
Blue cranes fly in ranks, Above my kitchen sink they Soar on a soft breeze. They and a sheet of old glass Shield the kitchen from the sun.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 12:57:34 GMT -5
First sleet of autumn. This walking between buildings for work meetings is going to get old real fast. Silly to drive three blocks, though.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 7, 2017 17:43:52 GMT -5
The autumn palette So calming to the senses A balm to the soul Weep, then, and let the cool wind Soothe your heated countenance
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Post by momoyama on Nov 7, 2017 18:30:19 GMT -5
The mist hangs heavy everything is covered with wet and dampness shadows linger until noon a brief respite of warmth comes
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 8, 2017 1:45:14 GMT -5
The neighbor downstairs Is a chronic door slammer, No matter the hour. The dog next door marks each crash With barking protest.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 6:43:34 GMT -5
It's a cold morning But a warm beverage gets Me on the way to Preparation for my work and working until nightfal.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 8, 2017 10:17:04 GMT -5
Not a fire this time, Those streaks of orange and red Crowning the hillsides. It is only a sunrise Before the autumn rains come.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Nov 8, 2017 22:09:33 GMT -5
Just checking in also.
11.01 Daylight melts to blue, Yielding to the curtain call, Of conductor moon, And her starlight symphony, Playing notes often unheard.
11.04 White wondrous world, Above the horizon line, Tell us a tall tale, Of an ocean so somber, It brings you to silver tears.
11.05 Emotional stroke Frozen in space and in time Window framed in gold Neatly placed upon a wall Waiting for your pilgrimage
11.06 This forest knows us, And the games we play below. Empty oak branches, No longer obscure the view. Our laughter, pauses mid-sigh.
11.07 She’s skinny dipping, Unashamed. Of her pale skin, Luna jumps right in! Splashing through the Milky Way, “Floating stars come out and play?”
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Post by momoyama on Nov 9, 2017 2:01:20 GMT -5
Blazing persimmons high on laden branches fruit just out of reach red-orange globes of sweetness this year there are so many
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2017 7:00:31 GMT -5
Now poets gather I knew they were on their way though rain delayed them. Who can resist these sirens? Surely all are drawn to hear.
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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 10, 2017 2:32:02 GMT -5
Clouds chase each other Across the hilltops, heedless Of my shivering. Are they the cause of the rain Or have I imagined them?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 6:52:45 GMT -5
The autumn wind blows dry leaves againt the house walls. Surely just the wind. Who would be out on this night? Even ghosts prefer comfort.
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Post by momoyama on Nov 10, 2017 8:44:33 GMT -5
My cup is filled with the finest local sake almost indescribable delicate strength and sweetness like heaven in a bottle
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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 10, 2017 12:38:32 GMT -5
It is barely rain, This fairy veil of cool mist Flecking the window. At the door I am met by A thousand tiny kisses.
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Post by momoyama on Nov 11, 2017 8:33:12 GMT -5
The last fundoshi never again to be rolled tying it is an art form that which hasn’t been mastered culture is not always learned
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