
New Class Meditation

Poet, Performer, Dancer, Storyteller, Yogini
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 much attention for all the wrong reasons even in my dreams flight is not easy arms beat the air heavy legs drag until the silk veil lifts Genie Nakano Published, Wings on a Silk Veil. Available on Lulu. Note: Finger pointing to the moon is a Buddhist metaphor. The moon represents knowledge and enlightenment. However, the finger or a person pointing to the moon is not the moon.
under Aztec skies
a California sushi roll
rocks
I was born in Boyle Heights, California, Aliso Village Housing Projects.
Aliso Village: 1942 – demolished in 1999 one of the most impoverished areas of Los Angeles – and considered one of the last remaining slums. Wikipedia
(shrugs shoulders) We didn’t have computers and couldn’t afford a television. So I ran around the play grounds in a red cowgirl skirt with white fringe and cap gun six shooter wrapped around my hips. I never got in any trouble. All that cowgirl practice made me a good dancer
No pony for Christmas
instead I lasso
the stars
originally published in Contemporary on line Haibun, 2012
Printed in Enter the Stream, Haibun and Tanka Tales, 2013
available on Amazon
a childhood walk
holding hands
when the river was full
buttered tortillas
how I long for them
instead of rice
yellow sunshine
dripping
from my fingers
Los Angeles River
I came back
to remember
Genie Nakano
I’m a fish out of water
throw me
back into the sea
I’ll swim backwards
into the time
before I had legs
my lover was a drummer
he held my rhythm
in his hands
somewhere
somehow
we lost the melody
Genie Nakano
Genie Nakano
Dancing in the night Dancing in the dark Dancing in the day Dancing in the light My mother told me when I was three Firebird by Stravinsky was my song with arms spread out in wings spinning round and round and round I danced until I fell to the ground drunk with dizziness so I've danced all my life a religions that keeps me growing going all stopped when I inherited Mom's disease it sunk into my joints ate away my bones, sockets,fingers and knees no more walking straight ahead screaming at the world tapping with my cane healers took my money... "just take this potion take this herb this needle through your hips and knees don't trust doctors, just believe you'll be fine again" my husband sees but doesn't believe we fight, I scream, we fight no never, I won't give up that is ... until I see his tears please believe in doctors please he says I will I do I am with two hip replacements and western medicine a yogini I dance again no more gran jetes, or drop down splits yet still I move and dance to salsa rhythms as serotonin flows into my blood 75 ain't so bad
as I journey inwards
writing is my new love
deeper and deeper we share our words
maybe you and I can dance our poems
here’s my poem to you …
dance with me
our words, our voices
will be the musics
speak them loud and clear
press into each other
around into each other
London bridges
here we come
just a thought
just a daydream
maybe
maybe not
just a chance
why not
Genie Nakano, 1 22 23 10:23 AM
a tanka:
come dance with me
in the morning light
this is your only chance
the wind is at our heels
let’s leap above the gusts
genie nakano
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 have settled the wine of life pours sweet and savory let's make a toast to vintage, now and ... all those years Genie Nakano
number 1
i search for a song
to partner with for our dance
multilayered rhythm’s
ignite fast smooth foot work
minor chords the wind
i hear the music
of a seven forty-seven-8 jet
wings slice sky
as my toes tap salsa
Orchestra de La Luz*
at last, the song
I choose for me and you
rhythms drip
with slow sensuality
arms spread in Mariposa
someday,
we’ll fly into the sky
our souls will be free …
all the steps we’ve practiced
will surely take us there.
number 2
I have a dream
where no secrets lie between us
loyal and true
intimacy is our perfume
laughter is our music
love our key of C
in the glow of moonlight
we forever tango
eternity
is our hill top view
with rolling fields of memories
the grapes of wrath have settled
the wine of life pours savory and sweet
lets make a toast to vintage 2008
it’s been a very good year (an oldie — 2008)
*orchestra de la luz –a Japanese salsa musical group
*mariposa is a salsa step/embrace with arms spread like a butterfly.
for valentines
this tanka response will be published in November, 2022 in Better than Starbucks on lineā¦check it out. A wonderful on line journal with an array of different styles of poetry and stories. We are proud to be there!
Floating on Air Kampai the only Nihongo I know brings the clang of glasses filling the space while I am spinning on air Genie she waits in the dark while he rushes through crowded alleys patrons praise the chef they consume a fiery feast Dean was it him or the splendor of the night that lured me into his warm embrace a night of pas de deux Genie adrift in the blues a roller coaster of smooth dips syncopated hips shaking until we come loose floating thought the moonlight Dean music fills the air wild moths drawn to the flame out of darkness into the burning light we dance into timelessness Genie
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