Spillwords.com presents: Words, written by Genie Nakano – I was born in East Los Angeles, CA. Writing is my joy, my therapy, my confession.
Sur Reality, poetry written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com
Spillwords.com presents: Sur Reality, poetry by Genie Nakano, for whom writing tanka is her passion, joy, therapy and confession.
Source: Sur Reality, poetry written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com
Meditation for Relaxation~~Genie Nakano’s workshop
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 garden
is celebrating today
barren branches
sprouting budding blossoms
the magic of Spring
Genie Nakano, April 3, 2021
Cool~~tanka
This tanka will be published in Spillwords soon. I'm not sure when but I received acceptance notice 4/3/22 Always happy to receive acceptance notices.
a cool cucumber caressed my warm lips I melted into nothingness since then everything.
Genie Nakano, 3, 30, 21
Fronds
I will wear
a gown of "vibrant green fronds"
unfurled
going in all directions
I haven't decided where to
Genie Nakano, March 29, 202
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 floor
unable to move or speak
I leave him there
that angry man
and let his mind expire
the ambulance arrives
carries him away
he cannot move
the right half of him
is paralyzed
my youth
spent away living
in a den of darkness
the bedroom was only
a place for bitter dreams
beaten by his temper
neglected by his need
for wealth
I turn soft with sweets
hands cripple in a cry
feet frozen in the sand
I choose to leave
this place of comfort
a closet full of clothes
vestiges of camouflage
for a lonely barren life
don’t know, don’t know
I’ve lost my honest voice
where do I go
how can I stand
on these trembling legs
God give me strength
I must not give in
to buckling knees
die my mother’s death
her pockets torn…
with old regrets
Genie Nakano, Published 2015 in “Bright Stars”, Editor M. Kei
For my all Sisters this is Woman’s Month.
Silver
casting down
on my skin, a silver moon
how can needs
be fulfilled, when what
is wanted is not needed
Genie Nakano,
Originally published in Rafu Shimpo and Colorful Lives
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