from the sky red and golden leaves I catch one before it falls … earth bound genie nakano, oct.22, 2022
Tag Archives: poetry
the simple life
napping in on an autumn afternoon ahhhhh the simple life snuggled with love Genie Nakano, October 14, 2022 Yozu the new addition to our family in red — 9 months old Bodhi the little one — 14 year old. So much in love. Persimmon tree in the garden–five years old.
Tanjobi*
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*”
Writing Circle
Come write with us. The first class was brilliant and the rest shining stars…. write me for further information:genie nakano at genieyogini@yahoo.com. or call and enroll with JCI — their number and email on the flyer.
Below the Surface
The turtle that swam to the shore, takes me on his back, to the bottom of the sea… my father is there, my mother is there they are young and in love somersaulting in the waters i join them in their play our hands interlock we form a circle round and round we go gulpingContinue reading “Below the Surface”
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”
walking this earth~~ Dream haibun
Recently, I was in a haiku/workshop/convention. One workshops was about including dreams in haiku. Since I have a 40 year journey of writing my dreams down I finally found something to do with them. I wrote dreams down searching for answers in my 20’s and 30’s. I gave up on answers but continued writing themContinue reading “walking this earth~~ Dream haibun”
fifteen~~tanka
at fifteen buying cigarettes hooked for half a century, from ashes phoenix rise
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”
underage
74 today still, a child inside still, searching still, questioning still, underage Genie Nakano, June 13, 2022
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