I am an ancient personI believein the presence of the pastin our present livesNarayan Kaudinya(a fellow blogger on WordPress) Thousands of years agothe Buddha saidwe have 6 senses…sightsmelltouchhearingmind Imaginea world beyondhuman senseswhat isthe _______th Sense. Photos by Genie Nakano. Angor Wat, Cambodia and Sunrise in Thar Desert, India
Category Archives: tanka
Mean to Me
feeling on the verge of sadness so I write a free-verse–helps to set me free. I’m mean to you I’m mean to myself tho I don’t mean to be It’s this feeling inside my stomach bloated with inertia aches in my joints makes me mean keeps me mean yelling at the dogs “stop it–stop scratching”Continue reading “Mean to Me”
AUGUST MOON
AUGUST MOON standing under an August moon no pockets in my flimsy flowered dress my hands have no home heat rises up my dress nothings underneath a breeze whispers I can’t help but blush plumeria scented breeze streaming down a moonbeam this night perfect for romance yet I’m here all alone This was originally publishedContinue reading “AUGUST MOON”
Afternoon of Tanka Poetry
Four thousand years old, tanka/waka is the oldest form of poetry in Japan. Coming to America 1957 and flourishing all over the world. July 29, Thursday 2:00P PM join us….
chill
If only the world were squareit wouldfit betterin my refrigerator
Gambate Julian
My Nephew Julianflies to Switzerlandrainbow boysushi, Swiss cheesea quarter Japanese Socceris his winning ticketGambatethe goal is Julians!
All about Tanka~~Live
Genie Nakano will be doing a live presentation of her tanka poems, a brief discussion about the history of tanka, performing her tanka/prose and who knows what else…it’s Live. Golden Fan a tanka/prose performance by Genie Nakano
Soothing Sound
a stormknocked out all the lightssitting in darknessthe soothing soundof a clock tickingoriginally published in Gusts a Canadian Tanka journal “Seiko” watches were “Seikosha” a long time ago. This clock keeps on going…
Dream
monday, mondaydon’t want to get out of bedkeep the dreams rollingwhile I lay awake
hot stuff
Aroma of bread baking someone’s in the kitchen with Genie (Yes, I’ve joined the Covid Bread Cult.)
