Tag Archives: poetry

catch a moment…

I wantto be nobody for nowwatch the skyturn colorswhile sipping tea then somebodypops in againand screams for morehaven’t got much time leftgotta gotta gotta what’s the hurrylet the breeze catch mewhyrushdestiny re-arrangingpieces of my mindwhile the wind echoscenturies catchmomentsbeforethey fall… Genie Nakano, December 4, 2021, revised

IDENTITY“`tanka

I was born with two strikes against me Asian and…my mother didn’t like me I wanted to be golden wear a curly blonde crown of Shirley Temple locks Into my teens I streamed, oye orale pues orale pues I poemed my story right on write on Blackness became my call I danced the moves woreContinue reading “IDENTITY“`tanka”

meditation meltdown~~revised

Sky you’ve been holding on too longpour it on my droughtful mind.Picking, pokingon myselfI’m alrightand so is heI’m not a Buddha yet.There’s more to come outof this cagethe Zebra goes firstthen others followsome crawl, some swim, some even fly Melting downthe yellow chakraI care less and lessfor what’sout thereJust want to touchthose states of blissletContinue reading “meditation meltdown~~revised”

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”

He came in an autumn wind and stayed

This is my man through crashes and bashes drama and flight it hasn’t always been a delight but somehow, we make it shake it and bake it I have no books no rules of the game I’m a child from a broken home I’m a dreamer who watched the silver screens no one told meContinue reading “He came in an autumn wind and stayed”

Nights of Love~~Responsive Tanka*

Akiko wrote 50 tanka a day I wonder if she smoked drank red wine (Genie Nakano) I found the wine spilled in her tanka a thousand lines tangle her dark hair after a night of love (Katheabela Wilson) no comb nor brush can pass through my hair gentle fingers find their way in darkness wavesContinue reading “Nights of Love~~Responsive Tanka*”

Droughtful written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com

Spillwords.com presents: Droughtful written by Genie Nakano – I was born in Boyle Heights, CA…known as the barrios of East L.A. Pour it on we need rain for our droughtful minds….. Press on the Droughtful after Source: Source: Droughtful written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com  (Press on the Droughtful in blue in the source…)