skating… over mid-life up hill Haiku by : Genie Nakano, June 20, 2021
Tag Archives: aging
Knock, knock…
everyday Prime knocks on my door who says 80 is old…. Genie Nakano, May 13, 2021
A Mystical Path
Spring bubbles with life spilling over my old shoes our bare feet refreshed we walk on an unknown path who says 80 is old. Genie Nakano, May 2, 2021
Red Wine ~~Full Body
Green grapesmake sweet winered grapes full bodyrich deep in colormy husband prefers red Genie Nakano, 2018
Erratica
Seasons are erotic beyond belief… not certain of spring unafraid of winter I depend on tomorrow Genie Nakano originally published in “Storyteller”, 2014
A Message~~ poem for my father
my fatherplayed pianomelodieswanderedbut he was steady my fatherwas too shy to dancemeI love to dancethe gates of heaven open time wears down the cushion a sitar drones as pulse gets weaker and feet can’t keep a beat my father does this sadden you as you recall the earthly pains before our final steps my fatherContinue reading “A Message~~ poem for my father”
Ravages of Aging…
(Michael H. Lester and GenieNakano, a tanka response) Micheal is in black print~~ Genie is in Purple and italic) a tongue in cheek but true Tanka Series the old skina patchwork of spotsand strange bumpsdry as the desertwind-worn sands of time bags baggageand budding wrinklesyet I feelthirty five insidemirrors tell cruel lies rememberwhen we wereContinue reading “Ravages of Aging…”
Murasaki
a wise woman in Norwich, England once said “When we are old and careless” inside my bones clattered for a moment I was free. cold bones luke warm blood wrists of a sparrow no wings. my left hip clicks in a silver joint unstable yet balanced titanium tensile strength decrees to out last me. somethingContinue reading “Murasaki”
A Retired Dancer
A ballet dancer looks at herself in the mirror everyday as a matter of fact a check on reality a retired ballet dancer–facts change is that really me in the mirror the front or the back bring out the bike the scales take a walk retard–the old bastard of time some say lucky to beContinue reading “A Retired Dancer”
Don’t call me Bachan
Uncle George ,Sugie, 2-8-1892 , 1965 ,Sugie & Yaemon,3-8-1880,Uncle Jay, 1918-1960 my grandmother died at 73 the age that I am now her thin grey hair was tied back in a bun was she ever young? coming from a foreign land her songs were of an old Japan coming to America a picture bride “freshContinue reading “Don’t call me Bachan”
