a ghost
from my childhood
still haunts me,
loneliness manifests
any time any place
genie nakano, june 30, 2022
ghosts
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
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
be positive.
I am in a stressful moment–many problems pending. . .
Sunday meditation i see dominos falling one domino after another one worry after another blown away I sit up vacuum & sweep the floors Genie Nakano, June 12,2022
Stiletto~~haiku
bonsai pine
i understand
your pain
Genie Nakano
Secrets~~haiku
artichoke
we discover--
our secrets
Genie nakano,
Originally published in modern haiku
posted on Failedhaiku.Com
.June 5, 2022
Quechan~~tanka
the sound of his flute
bounce off canyon rocks
fish jump
within a dancing river
in the land of Quechan
genie nakano, 6.4.22
Quechan, a native American tribe always lived in the Southwest's Colorado River Valley area.
Quechan--those who descended by way of water.
protected~~monoku
In 2005 my husband and I went on a Buddhist pilgrimage. We traveled through Buddha’s path from birth to nirvana. We loved India so much we returned 3 more times.
Someday we would love to hop on a jet and travel again. When–we don’t know…
tonight~~tanka
tonight I'm going out to count the stars wait up for me I will bring some back Genie Nakano, 2016
Genie Nakano 