AUGUST MOON standing under an August moon no pockets in my flimsy flowered dress my hands have no home heat rises up my dress nothings underneath a breeze whispers I can’t help but blush plumeria scented breeze streaming down a moonbeam this night perfect for romance yet I’m here all alone This was originally publishedContinue reading “AUGUST MOON”
monday, mondaydon’t want to get out of bedkeep the dreams rollingwhile I lay awake
He fans open his weapon of seduction peacock vibrates his magnificent train
Indialand of my dreams, wheremagic is ordinary
sunbathing in the afternoon the birds are belting out songs did they always sing so loud? even New Delhi’s skies have a clear blue look this is what happens in quarantine… an afternoon fantasy starts to bubble where we go back in time five years is enough then we all know what we should doContinue reading “Quarantine Daydreams”
Every Tuesday I send out a Newsletter to my Yoga students–“Tuesday Newsday”. This was it for today Feb. 11, 2020. My poems/tanka are published in the Rafu Shimpo. Kwan Yin was printed last week.
written by: Genie Nakano @genieyogini magic butterflya flower in the skyas I napcome alight on memake my dreams come true originally published in “Storyteller” and Spillwords.com