Poet, Performer, Dancer, Storyteller, Yogini
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 Genie Nakano
This was originally published in my book--"Colorful Lives"on Amazon.com or contact Genieyogini@yahoo.com.
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….
If only
the world were square
it would
fit better
in my refrigerator
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My Nephew Julian
flies to Switzerland
rainbow boy
sushi, Swiss cheese
a quarter Japanese
Soccer
is his winning ticket
Gambate
the goal is Julians!
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
a storm knocked out all the lights sitting in darkness the soothing sound of a clock ticking Genie Nakano originally published in Gusts a Canadian Tanka journal
“Seiko” watches were “Seikosha” a long time ago. This clock keeps on going…
my lover says
a childhood full of hardship
made me strong
it brought us together
moving towards the light
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monday, monday
don’t want to get
out of bed
keep the dreams rolling
while I lay awake
Genie Nakano
Aroma of bread baking someone's in the kitchen with Genie
(Yes, I’ve joined the Covid Bread Cult.)
his brown eyes see right through me as he sniffs out all my love this little rescue dog
Charlie was the sweetest little guy. He died of lung cancer in October, 2008.
Genie Nakano