Mist from the mountains makes the flowers tremble gentle awakening. Genie Nakano, Sept. 21, 2020
Monthly Archives: September 2020
Insomnia
I wrote this poem long time ago–1999. My Dad, friends and myself made a small beautiful handmade book called “Pieces of Moon” which I sold at the Amerasia bookstore in Little Tokyo, Los Angeles California. “Pieces of Moon” sold out! For the past few weeks–insomnia has returned. My dog Toto injured himself and I’m upContinue reading “Insomnia”
A death poem…
let mebe a raindropfallingdeep into the earthwildflowers in the springGenie Nakano, 2019 This ‘death’ tanka was first published in a special feature — 25 death poems edited by Michael H. Lester for Atlas Poetica, 2019. “The genre of death poems has its origin in Zen Buddhism in Japan and offers a reflection on and natureContinue reading “A death poem…”
New
cloudsin the skyneverthe sameeternally new Genie Nakano, Sept. 19th, 2020
Meditation#7 Humbling Down
Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
Photo: Genie Nakano, 5/6/20 once I watched an ant crawling the mountains bottom it started to run half its legs on the ground in an alternating tripod gait with quantum steps my eyes followed mind took me to the summit there I wanted to be but wind blew me away…
Pandemic Fantasy, 2020
Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
Photo: Genie Nakano, Pai, Thailand, about , 2013 I left the world. It was getting too heavy, surreal like a Dali nightmare. Clocks falling off trees, big blinking eyes in the clouds. Plus a pandemic was going on. The White House announced it on Friday and…
Murasaki
Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com a wise woman in Norwich, England once said “When we are old and careless” inside my bones clattered for a moment I was free. cold bones luke warm blood wrists of a sparrow no wings. my left hip clicks in a silver joint unstable yet…
Underwater… Meditation
Recreatingmy past in my mindoopps…underwater illusionscoming up for air Genie NakanoSept. 13, 2020, Sunday 9:15 AM
Murasaki
a wise woman in Norwich, England once said “When we are old and careless” inside my bones clattered for a moment I was free. cold bones luke warm blood wrists of a sparrow no wings. my left hip clicks in a silver joint unstable yet balanced titanium tensile strength decrees to out last me. somethingContinue reading “Murasaki”
A Retired Dancer
A ballet dancer looks at herself in the mirror everyday as a matter of fact a check on reality a retired ballet dancer–facts change is that really me in the mirror the front or the back bring out the bike the scales take a walk retard–the old bastard of time some say lucky to beContinue reading “A Retired Dancer”
