Tag Archive | Poetry

平成三十一年四月一日

I see the first buds
On my neighbor’s tulip tree
Begin to blossom
Could it be that springtime is
Finally smiling upon us?

The kind of person
Everyone speaks well of yet
Nobody talks to
So let my pithy pen speak
In dangling conversation

Dazzling brightness
Winter mocks the unwary
Cruel as life itself
The frore, bitter winds dancing
Across the Midwestern plains

Travelers stories
Nostalgia envelopes me
That scent of pine trees
Humid air, those bluegrass aires,
The soft drawls of my kinfolk

Armchair traveler
When will you wake up and step
Outside of your door?
Come on! The wide world awaits
Yet my heart is hesitant

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Bryony (Bluefairy Tiny Fairy Cafe Kate doll), Picture by myself

Swilling her peach wine
This crone makes no bones about
Enjoying her dolls
Outside the blizzard howls yet
Spring sweetly sings in my heart.

Blizzard 4
Maple tree under snow in my backyard, photo by myself

平成三十一年二月二十一日

A blanket of grey
The scent of snow in the air
Winter’s cold caress
My tears frozen to my face
I wonder why I’m crying

平成三十一年二月二十二日

Pain, past and present
Winter is not my season
Knife-sharp, the twisting
Of my body, of my mind
Warped into a silent knot

平成三十一年二月二十六日

My brush hesitates
Hovering over the page
Like a dragonfly
My words are soft and cloudy
As a midwinter’s morning

平成三十一年二月二十七日

How to speak of it
World weariness infusing
Each waking moment
No rhyme, reason, or excuse
The sleet falls unrelenting

A mistake, it seems
All are welcome, but not you
Surely that was clear?
There is no purgatory
Like being tolerated

Here! And here! And here!
The world is just too full of
Interesting things
The seasons pass too quickly
If only I had more time