Category Archives: aging

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”

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”

IDENTITY“`tanka

I was born with two strikes against me Asian and…my mother didn’t like me I wanted to be golden wear a curly blonde crown of Shirley Temple locks Into my teens I streamed, oye orale pues orale pues I poemed my story right on write on Blackness became my call I danced the moves woreContinue reading “IDENTITY“`tanka”

there are days like this…tanka series

there are days like this… the weatherhas changed to misty greysummerheld in check and global heatis swept under cover that is…until the fires sweep againstrange thingshappening to our air, waters, soilstirring doubts at tea parties why bear childrenin a world that won’t be aroundmuch longerso the prophets claim I still have hopeI guess–maybe–who careslet theContinue reading “there are days like this…tanka series”