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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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”
ghosts
a ghost from my childhoodstill haunts me,loneliness manifestsany time any place genie nakano, june 30, 2022
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
tonight~~tanka
tonight I’m going out to count the stars wait up for me I will bring some back Genie Nakano, 2016
… a tanka
chatter chatter chat the magpie in my head open the cage set it free there is so little time… Genie Nakano Published in Self- Portrait Tanka Society of America Members’ Anthology Michael H. Lester, editor
leap~~haiku
Bumpinto surpriseleap into miracles Genie Nakano1/22/22 Published in Haikuniverse: 1/30/2022
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
my lover~~Tanka
my lover tells all my secrets nothing stays inside a paper sliding door torn by the wind Genie Nakano
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