awakening to the morning dove’s call wingbeats could this be a love song for this grey day I thought it was your voice only the wind playing tricks on me are you an enchantress It was a fledgling that flew the wrong way onto our bed cradled in my flowery hat we sent it backContinue reading “The Opening”
Category Archives: poems
Lavender Fields Forever
Shades of purple soothe my restless roving mind as I walk through fields of fragrant sweet lavender love and kindness with each step. Genie Nakano, April 11, 2021
Become
My gardenis celebrating todaybarren branchessprouting budding blossomsthe magic of Spring Genie Nakano, April 3, 2021
Cucumber
Todays Thesaurus.com synonym word “unwieldy” — “cumbersome, inspired my tanka, Cucumber. a cool cucumber caressed my warm lips I melted into nothingness since then everything… Genie Nakano, 3, 30, 21
Fronds
Today’s verse inspired by “Synonym of the Day”– fronds. A good site to download. It is a great thesaurus and instant dictionary. The English language is fascinating. I will wear a gown of “vibrant green fronds” unfurled going in all directions I haven’t decided where too… Genie Nakano, March 29, 2021
Breathe
Nothing like an old belt, he says, like my arms around him doesn’t cut or cinch Genie Nakano, originally Published in Storyteller, 2014
Blood Red
He lies on the floorunable to move or speakI leave him therethat angry manand let his mind expire the ambulance arrivescarries him awayhe cannot movethe right half of himis paralyzed my youth spent away living in a den of darknessthe bedroom was onlya place for bitter dreams beaten by his temperneglected by his needfor wealthIContinue reading “Blood Red”
Silver
casting downon my skin, a silver moonhow can needs be fulfilled, when what is wanted is not needed Genie Nakano, Originally published in Rafu Shimpo and Colorful Lives
Spoon to keep Warm
Travel to a foreign land backpacks only whisper in empty rooms spoon to keep warm Genie Nakano
Under Midwestern Skies (orignally Baby Bengal Tiger)
Harry is singing his song in a parking lot, of an elementary school–somewhere in a midwestern state. He has a full band backing him. His voice beautiful resounding over the whole black top. Kathy is trying to get money to fund him. He deserves it, she says. So do I, I say under my breathContinue reading “Under Midwestern Skies (orignally Baby Bengal Tiger)”
