Below the Surface

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The turtle that swam to the shore, 
takes me on his back, 
to the bottom of the sea...

my father is there, my mother is there
they are young and in love 
somersaulting in the waters
i join them in their play

our hands interlock 
we form a circle
round and round we go 
gulping in the liquid of life
in our new found forms
we resolve what we couldn't on earth

               deep into 
               a fathomless bottom
               heaven is discovered

Pointing to the Moon

A live performance with Joey Kamiya on sansen circa 2015?

Genie Nakano

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 bet the air
heavy legs drag
until the silk veil lifts

women 70 +
should wear red
bright bold red
out of the cocoon
wings on a silk veil

20014, revised June 28, 2022

photo of Genie Nakano, by my bestieā€“Rosie Sato

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Pointing to the Moon

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 bet the air
heavy legs drag
until the silk veil lifts

women 70 +
should wear red
bright bold red
out of the cocoon
wings on a silk veil

20014, revised June 28, 2022
photo of Genie Nakano, by my bestie–Rosie Sato
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Invitation to Peace

I watch the incense rise.

Genie Nakano

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Invitation to Peace

early morning
these days
no T.V.
no radio
prone to quietness

I meditate
everyday the same way
like sitting
on a rabbit's foot
I feel safe and lucky

bound 
by our desires
I watch 
the incense 
rise

busy busy busy
thoughts busy buzzing
clear the space
toss them out
watch them fly

before 
they 
fall 
catch 
moments
Genie Nakano,   June  25, 2020
revised July 17, 2022

These are tanka that come to me as I meditate. I have aligned them into a tanka series.

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walking this earth~~ Dream haibun

Recently, I was in a haiku/workshop/convention. One workshops was about including dreams in haiku. Since I have a 40 year journey of writing my dreams down I finally found something to do with them. I wrote dreams down searching for answers in my 20’s and 30’s. I gave up on answers but continued writing them down. Now I’ve started up again. Deciding to make them into haibun. Let’s see what happens…

balmy daze … another dream

hot summer day august 20018 something monumental is about to happen
purple scraps of paper, lights, artist materials are scattered throughout a huge loft

I am poor in my 30’s enjoying life but not
not fulfilled always searching for something more than what I have

Now in my 70’s in summer heat again I make rice honey muffins with blueberries and nuts inside, finish a string of poetry but still not satisfied i blame it on my ailing dog
i blame it on my husband sleeping next to me

leaving
by the back door
tomorrow’s dream

Apologiesmay 19, 2021

looking out the morning –6 AM my dream is filled with apologies
tracking down the young man Alan 16 years younger than I, after he left me wanted me back– competed with Hideki and Hideki won–the year 1989.
the young man was a huge bully — as most men are because they are men …

my husband , Hideki had two strokes during covid–2020

so I will be a mother now, to bring out the father in my new born man

mother’s day
without a moon
i am the mo
m

flying dream…again June 19, 2021

In a huge hotel Las Vegas convention. I am teaching chair yoga to older frail white women 70 – 80 years. music playing i can’t stay put –i set down my phone/wallet on a side table. the walls turn into portable sliding walls –everyone moves to a different room. suddenly I fly my hair streaming in back people are amazed yet no one bothers me I can’t quite control where I’m going –difficult to navigate. I remember I left my phone/credit cards in the other room — maybe I should go back but it’s too difficult to navigate — oh well I ‘ ll keep flying I look young a vibrant ninja.

i can’t sit still
so I fly
viva las vegas

don’t know
where I’m going to
here I am

june 21, 2022, tuesday
Don, my second husband--for the first time he looks unappealing kind of nerdy. as always he is having an affair with another woman--this time she is not the usual glamor girl but a nerd. I can't understand why he chose her.

dream guy
anchors into
reality

June , 2022
Someone is trying to kill me. I am wearing a dress with sandals. I don’t want to hurt my feet. I’m running away down railroad tracks…
to be continued with a haiku?


A Message

my father
played piano
melodies
wandered
but he was steady

Dad
was to shy to dance
I
became a dancer
against all odds

time wears
down the cushions
a sitar drones
as pulse gets weaker
and feet can”t keep a beat

Dad
does this make you sad
as you recall
the earthly pains
before our final steps

ten years
after your death
you spoke
to me in a dream
I remember everything

your
warm tears
falling
from the sky
rinse away my fears

January 24, 2021

tanka for Dad

I walk the forest
where my father crawled
in snow-filled trenches —
can I be the man he was
without ever tasting war

after you died
we read your journals
stacks, files, hidden boxes full
of notes, poems, sketches of life–
Dad, you paved my way

Tom Nakano, passed Oct. 1999

Poems by Dad, I will post more soon.

THERE NEVER WAS A ROSE

I have given many Roses,
But they were only Roses.

Now I find,
When I try to give a Rose,

The flower is gone,
and all I give is love.
                          Tome Nakano, 1967

underage

74 today

still, a child inside

still, searching

still, questioning

still, underage

Genie Nakano,

June 13, 2022

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