the wrapping that held
them safe for all of these years.
protect them always. (ah, there we are then)
... and occasional Tanka. Started after a competition on the unbound.co.uk blog (see #1 and #2). This year attempting to write a Haiku every day using a seasonal kigo - 366 Haiku a Day.
the wrapping that held
them safe for all of these years.
protect them always. (ah, there we are then)
strange, I’m lost for words -
at the end they have failed me.
this is a whimper.
the noble box that
looks after the pictures drawn
by an old man’s brush.
the box is now closed,
another chapter over.
soon to look ahead.
thank you dragon horse
for the gift of future sight.
divination ‘grams.
in the dark storm’s rain
they would never lose their way.
Wu’s men’s advantage.
through the rain they walked,
their path always before them,
never wavering.
in a dream they came,
ethereal man and book -
they taught me so much.
the new year’s day fear
writ large across their faces,
plans cancelled again.
firecrackers blow
and bang, mountain spirits fly.
new year rituals.
in the sky they met
diff’rent stories, diff’rent paths
that one time the same
dreams and life differ
so much and yet they mirror
the other strangely
in a molten hot
moment he mashes his mind.
an angry man dies.
our (mother) queen of the west
no beginning and no end
but patriarchy
out on mount kunlun
as they meet high up
above, will we discover
are two heads better?
warriors we are
and greet you today as friends…
and hope to always.
baku and kirin
waiting for the moon to rise,
for the dreams to start.
crossing a river
was the path that he needed
for enlightenment.
sweet wine fills the cup,
sit back and drink sedately.
a fine invention.
suck it up, spray it
see it form clouds and soak it.
rice wine fire brigade.
a gift for one man
that benefitted many.
Yi Di invents wine.
many eyes bow down
to the head raised high above.
a hierarchy.
hairy tails grown long
one thousand year old turtles
teach me their wisdom
one thousand year old
creatures emerging slowly
their ripples touch me
the companions of
the poet who lived alone
but whose verse does not
even outside the
picture and into the frame
we guard the four truths
we guard the four truths
with sticks and hands and words we
guard the noble truths
civet cat and goat
greet their new porcupine friend,
pleased to’ve seen spines down.
rough barbarians
come to be seen in Edo
from home and away
the hard work building
to become the first to feel
warmth in their bellies
among the first of
the ones who would learn and spread.
Buddha's disciples.
a statue carved by
the craftsman of Gods will pay
mutual respect
walk on by, demon,
my charm offensive will see
you off this new year.
possibilities
were there and still seemed endless.
the moment before.
his tune turned their hearts,
and sprouted the seeds of doubt.
melancholy sounds.
in the begonia
a struggle begins and ends.
I heard a rustle.
“the strangest lands are
ones of imagination,”
the clothed dog told me.
walk through the meadows
and trail your hand ‘cross their tops -
flowers of fragrance.