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”
Tag Archives: Sansei
underage
74 today still, a child inside still, searching still, questioning still, underage Genie Nakano, June 13, 2022
be positive.
I am in a stressful moment–many problems pending. . . Sunday meditation i see dominos falling one domino after another one worry after another blown away I sit up vacuum & sweep the floors Genie Nakano, June 12,2022
Secrets~~haiku
artichoke we discover our secrets
Quechan~~tanka
the sound of his flute bounce off canyon rocks fish jump within a dancing river in the land of Quechan genie nakano, 6.4.22 Quechan, a native American tribe always lived in the Southwest’s Colorado River Valley area. Quechan–those who descended by way of water.
protected~~monoku
In 2005 my husband and I went on a Buddhist pilgrimage. We traveled through Buddha’s path from birth to nirvana. We loved India so much we returned 3 more times.Someday we would love to hop on a jet and travel again. When–we don’t know…
tonight~~tanka
tonight I’m going out to count the stars wait up for me I will bring some back Genie Nakano, 2016
Hard to imagine~~~tanka and prose
Memorial~~haiku
Dads ashes in the guest bedroom Memorial Day Genie Nakano Photo of dad, Tom Nakano, during WW2 Dad’s Ashes ……
For you….
Climb aboard my red feeder hummingbird thru all seasons I am here for you Genie Nakano, 4/28/22