My husband bought a clock for my birthday. It was made in Germany, 1892.on the back an engraved handwritten note said: this clock was given to Pearl Tatum by her third son to be passed on to her granddaughter Marinette Tatum which shall be given to her son Kholis H Mitchell. Every 15 minutes itContinue reading “Tanjobi*”
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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 muchContinue reading “Pointing to the Moon”
A Message
my fatherplayed pianomelodieswanderedbut he was steady Dadwas to shy to danceIbecame a danceragainst all odds time wearsdown the cushionsa sitar dronesas pulse gets weakerand feet can”t keep a beat Dad does this make you sadas you recallthe earthly painsbefore our final steps ten yearsafter your deathyou spoke to me in a dreamI remember everything yourContinue reading “A Message”
Tick Tock~~Free verse
There’s an error sorry the number #44 is a typographical error when I tried to move my poem to wordpress. Hope you understand??
uphill~haiku
skating… over mid-life up hill Haiku by : Genie Nakano, June 20, 2021
A Mystical Path~~tanka
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
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”
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