on my patio
grows a pinetree
a bamboo fence
keeps private all the sadness
I feel this long winter…
Genie Nakano, 12/30/20
Private~~a tanka
senryu # 10/?/20
Coffee
my morning drink
forward march
Genie Nakano
Genie Nakano,12/?/20
genie nakano, 12/?/20
Alchemy is Real~~ a Renku–*
My haiku was part of an autumn renku which I have included in the reblog.
“Renku or rengu is a traditional Japanese poetry form of linked verse composed of the collaboration of 2 or more poets. Each participant displays his wit by spontaneously composing a verse in response to the verse that came before”.
Wikipedia
This renku was organized and moderated by Professor of English at Xavier University of Louisiana, David Lanoue. David was the the President of the Haiku Society of America 2013 – 2015. He is a writer of Haiku and Haiku novels. He maintains the Haiku Kobayashi Issa website where he has translated 10,000 of Issa’s haiku.
October 3, 2020
Ginkgo leaves
fluttering gold
alchemy is real Genie
the dog barks at the moon
in another time
zone Nicholas
Autumn frost at dawn
climbing slowly
the window pain Veni
a bumpy airplane ride
back south Juliet
Black votes
don’t matter
says the governor David
I will set…
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Peace Tanka
as I walk
out of my mind
Peace
fills my stomach
I hold time in my hands
Genie Nakano, 9.24.19
Heaven Scent Haiku
Winter Rose
my daily sniff
heaven’s scent
Merry Christmas, ha ha, 2020
Genie Nakano, 2015
Fairytales
At bedtime
Mother sang me fairy tales
a world full of magic
that’s why I believe in god
Genie Nakano, 1. 15. 2020
Haiku: Perfect Partner
Twilight
I dance with my shadow
the perfect partner
Genie Nakano, 12.24.20
A Rose Named Peace
A rose from my garden still alive in City of the Angels. L.A.
Your fragrance
spirits me away
from my Path
what am I doing
where am I going
Peace….
a tanka by Genie Nakano
Dream
Photo by Pat Whelen on Pexels.com
summit
of a mountain
we meet
as eagles
tumbling in the sky
feathers
fall into my dream
Genie Nakano, 12/22/20
Sur-Reality
We travel
to a foreign land
backpacks only
spoon to keep warm
whisper in empty rooms
shake the bed
’til the walls spin around
and cookie crumbs fall
off the bed
into our hungry mouths
surreal dreams
turn real as clocks melt
from Dali’s trees
time turns
into timelessness
our breath
heats the air
a tropical breeze
blows in from the south
fragrant with plumeria
aurora borealis illuminates our walls
across the stage
we slip and slide
the scenes
keep reeling on
I reach for an epiphany
I miss
the cry of Marukai*
seaweed in the aisles
sesame seeds saimin
shiso shoyu shochu
as we step out the outside
into the dawn
a camel
kneels to the ground
offers us a ride
a red sun summits the sky
across the dunes we fly
Genie Nakano
originally published in Rafu Shimpoo, 2014, I revised it on March 17, 2021
My husband and I loved to travel. Never went on tours– just took what may–back packs only and traveled light.
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