Tag Archives: climate change

there are days like this…tanka series

there are days like this… the weatherhas changed to misty greysummerheld in check and global heatis swept under cover that is…until the fires sweep againstrange thingshappening to our air, waters, soilstirring doubts at tea parties why bear childrenin a world that won’t be aroundmuch longerso the prophets claim I still have hopeI guess–maybe–who careslet theContinue reading “there are days like this…tanka series”

First Rain

Raindrops . . . Embryos of life flowing from the sky. . . Implanting into Earth’s womb. Earth is ecstatic today . . . Twins bounce, triplets play, quadruplets march in 4/4 time Faster and faster until we cannot count the meter. . . Oh, Heaven and Earth unite today. . . Marry and penetrateContinue reading “First Rain”

The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth at Spillwords.com

today, tomorrow,now Spillwords.com presents: The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth written by Genie Nakano – I was born in Boyle Heights, CA…known as the barrios of East L.A. Source: The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth at Spillwords.com        Press here to read i–the meek shall inherit the earth

Melting in my kitchen…Free verse…

Melting in my kitchen… I watch I listen to the rain as it falls from sky to earth creating songs only gods can sing I am one with them today tapping my feet dancing to the beat can we hear some thunder oh, thank you, Zora rolling across clouds as lightening cracks the sky theseContinue reading “Melting in my kitchen…Free verse…”

Burrowing Deep…A Hybrid Survives

A Tanka Response beginning with Genie Nakano from Los Angeles, CA, United States and Gerry Jacobson from Canberra, Australia–Australia’s Capital.Gerry’s tanka are italicized. Governor declares our city is in drought barefooted in the falling rain happy I don’t believe oh there’s carbon in the air and the levee is dry for the climate is aContinue reading “Burrowing Deep…A Hybrid Survives”

All I Can Do

This poem was written by my friend Aya Yuhki. She is currently the editor of “Tanka International”, in Tokyo, Japan. All I can do softly when the winds caress the door of fate, I will open it for you. a bare tree stands with silver branches stretched to the utmost, I will gaze at theContinue reading “All I Can Do”