Tears on the floorthe morning sun riseswithout you…in every breath, I feel youwhy does love hurt so bad? Dawn, when the curtain of the sky lifts, pink bowing into blue the time for day to debut that was when little Bodhi would follow me into the living room to sit on myContinue reading “Bodhi”
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his arms around me…..
Nothing like an old belt, he says sits softly at the waist like my arms around him does not cinch or cut. Genie Nakano
Pointing to the Moon
wings on a silk veil pag e15
Firebird~~a story of healing
come dance with me
in the morning light
this is your only chance…
A Valentine dance
re-blogging for today — Valentines day February 14, 2023 I have a dream where no secrets lie between us intimacy our perfume laughter is our music love our key of C in the glow of moon light we forever tango Eternity or hill top view with rolling fields of memories the grapes of wrath haveContinue reading “A Valentine dance”
2 valentine poems
number 1 i search for a songto partner with for our dancemultilayered rhythm’s ignite fast smooth foot workminor chords the wind i hear the music of a seven forty-seven-8 jetwings slice skyas my toes tap salsaOrchestra de La Luz* at last, the songI choose for me and yourhythms dripwith slow sensualityarms spread in Mariposa someday,we’llContinue reading “2 valentine poems”
Starlight
my husband had two strokessometimes he doesn’t understandmy wordschatter chatter chattermetaphors are a challenge it’s hard on meyou have changed, I saymy patiencebalancing on a thin wireI practice walking on clouds only in darknesscan we see stars shinewelcome the night…words my husband spoke to mewhen we were young genie nakano Starlight will be published inContinue reading “Starlight”
how times change~~
elderhood…haiku
My front patio sits a peaceful Buddha. Today I’m grateful I am an “elder”. This is very rare attitude for me. but still… My heart is still a child my body is merely disobedient I’m not ready for elder hood (from my long tanka poem — Soshite) genie nakano
Pointing to the Moon
Once upon a time I was in a dancer’s body high kicks and splits on the count of one two three finger pointing to the moon tell it like it is rheumatoid sets in with carbon steel hips the cards fall this way now deal at the airport my hip replacement triggers alarms so muchContinue reading “Pointing to the Moon”