Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
Posts: 7,240
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 25, 2018 22:36:12 GMT -5
It's such a pity
To have wasted the weekend
With a pesky cold.
I got little enough done
And drank so very much tea.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 26, 2018 20:54:48 GMT -5
The fog rolls slowly
over the listless sea
of my consciousness.
Too much time in the water
has left me tired and sore.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 27, 2018 20:13:10 GMT -5
November has come
with a palette of red paint
and begun her work,
even though December is
rushing her to finish fast.
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Post by momoyama on Nov 28, 2018 9:16:48 GMT -5
A goal is is fulfilled
now comes the difficult part
waiting for results
will it be as expected,
or does disappointment bode?
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 28, 2018 13:55:46 GMT -5
My tendency to
react sharply when slighted
seems a constant source
of shock. Who else can I trust
to stand up for my honor?
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Saionji Shonagon
New Member
One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
Posts: 7,240
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 29, 2018 1:13:16 GMT -5
Rain hisses outside,
Rushing down the gutters in
A noisy whisper.
There will be mud tomorrow
Where they are building houses.
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