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”
Tag Archives: tanka
fifteen~~tanka
at fifteen buying cigarettes hooked for half a century, from ashes phoenix rise
ghosts
a ghost from my childhoodstill haunts me,loneliness manifestsany time any place genie nakano, june 30, 2022
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
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
floating in air~~tan rengu
music fills the air wild moths drawn to the flame… out of darkness into the burning light we dance into timelessness Dean Okamura and Genie Nakano This tanka is a tan rengu–written by two people. In Japan tan rengu was a popular form of writing hundreds of years ago and is resurging.