my husband had two strokessometimes he doesn’t understandmy wordschatter chatter chattermetaphors are a challenge it’s hard on meyou have changed, I saymy patiencebalancing on a thin wireI practice walking on clouds only in darknesscan we see stars shinewelcome the night…words my husband spoke to mewhen we were young genie nakano Starlight will be published inContinue reading “Starlight”
Tag Archives: Sansei
Time… a tanka
my favorite timeto meditate before the dawndark mysterious eyes open to day Genie Nakano, 1 . 18 . 23
how times change~~
elderhood…haiku
My front patio sits a peaceful Buddha. Today I’m grateful I am an “elder”. This is very rare attitude for me. but still… My heart is still a child my body is merely disobedient I’m not ready for elder hood (from my long tanka poem — Soshite) genie nakano
hummingbird~haiku
loves to be held…
there’s not much love in me todayi don’t know whyuntil I hold my little dog Bodhia funny little fella16 pounds found at the pound15 years agoHe loves to be heldHe loves to be kissedHe must be part humanHe brings the dog part of me that forgivesunconditionally. Genie Nakano, Oct. 2022, Sunday, photo of Bodhi byContinue reading “loves to be held…”
“Ji” a tanka
from the sky red and golden leaves I catch one before it falls … earth bound genie nakano, oct.22, 2022
Floating on Air~~a tanka response with Genie Nakano and Dean Okamura
into the burning light we dance into timelessness…Genie and Dean
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*”
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”
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