Happy Mothers day we are all mothers we are all fathers. Metta, Genie Nakano, May 9, 2021
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Fronds
Today’s verse inspired by “Synonym of the Day”– fronds. A good site to download. It is a great thesaurus and instant dictionary. The English language is fascinating. I will wear a gown of “vibrant green fronds” unfurled going in all directions I haven’t decided where too… Genie Nakano, March 29, 2021
Mujeres
Women hold up half the skyour curvessurround the Oceansdeep within lies bliss Genie Nakano, 3 . 2. 21, originally published in Rafu Shimpo HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY MONTH
The Covid Serpent
Loretta*died this morning, 12:30 AMthe ninth of my friendswho died this yearthe Covid snake is gaining ground I look back and see fangs dripping with fresh blood. Stay away from me you evil monster–yet it keeps sliding rippling faster on the ground. I want to live and so did they. “Aren’t you satisfied. Haven’t youContinue reading “The Covid Serpent”
Senryu Sunday~~1 .24.21
interviewingmyself, I askmany questions conversationabove the cloudsnebulous moonlightunder a sunroofour first dateGenie Nakano I am trying something new–senryu. I have experimented with haiku, haibun and renku. Now having fun with senryu.* *Senryu: a 3-line unrhymed Japanese poem similar to haiku but treating human nature usually in an ironic or satirical vein. Merriam Dictionary These 3Continue reading “Senryu Sunday~~1 .24.21”
senryu # 10/?/20
Coffeemy morning drink forward march Genie Nakano Genie Nakano,12/?/20 genie nakano, 12/?/20
Haiku: Perfect Partner
TwilightI dance with my shadowthe perfect partner Genie Nakano, 12.24.20
Dulce
Remember the sweetness of youthwhen our futurewas long and distanttouch a rainbow Genie Nakano
Fat Brown Cat~~Meditation in Nowness
Meow Meow Fat brown catlicking your lapwhat do you thinkof this and that? Hiss, spat!*#!Don’t bother me I’m being Now. Genie Nakano, an oldie–can’t remember when…
Ballet de la Lune
In a never ending stream of consciousness I try to grab a winter moon sliding down a wave of shimmering light entering a mist where moonbeams shinedown on my black hair cravings and desires dance with in a restless mind too much yin and sleepless nights make me pale and frail I remember what myContinue reading “Ballet de la Lune”
