Forget-me-not Sky

For Marian’s prompt over at Toads – a very fussy little form known as the tritina. I don’t know if it did it right but I did try.  The poems consists of three three line verses and one single line for a total of ten.  The lines end in a cofusing (to me) pattern of 123, 312, and 231 using all the ending words in the last line.  I don’t care for forms because they are too rigid.  But I tried.  Lord knows I tried.  Marian I am sorry if I got this wrong.

The wild winds came and blew the summer away –
Turning the sky to the heartbreaking blue of forget-me-nots,
And putting a chill into the night air.

Smells of moldering leaves and dried grass perfume the air
and the hummingbirds have all gone away.
Dead are the summer’s forget-me-nots.

I planted years ago the sky hued forget-me-nots
breathing in the cold autumn air
and finally turning with sadness away.

The thin autumn sun warms the air while clouds sail in the forget-me-not sky.

the Japanese refer to this particular shade of blue sky in the autumn as aki no sora.


Journey’s End

For Sherry’s prompt at Real Toads:  An Unreal Fairy Tale in which we retell a fairy tale or make up a new one.

Journey’s End
Listen children:
It is raining on Saturn.
The rings weep crystals of ice that fall upon
the remains of a traveler
through space –
It came here twenty years ago –
Bravely it dove and dove again and took pictures of the
Great Planet Saturn
and its impressive rings.
Alone and silent it travelled
and alone and silent it sent back
images to earth.
Twenty years later it was time for Cassini to die,
all the way down until it plunged to the surface
it filmed the planet that was
to become its grave,
becoming one with the methane lakes.
The last image –
down it plunged through the rings.
Against a full harvest moon the
the ghost of an owl spreads its wings
and soars.
Listen children:
It is raining on Saturn.
Cassini tasted the tears
of that rain.

This image of Saturn’s northern hemisphere was taken by NASA’s Cassini spacecraft on Sept. 13, 2017. It is among the last images Cassini sent back to Earth.

Fall Knocks Slowly

For Real Toads Tuesday Platform

Fall Knocks Slowly
Fall knocks slowly at summer’s door:
an old friend with shyness at returning and
maybe told to leave.
Leaves turn yellow and
slowly drop on green grass and
turn brown to be swept away
by chill winds.
Breezes once warm start
to be chill at evening
and daylight’s gold luster fades
to early evening.
Evening comes too soon for those of us who love the
sweet warm days and azure skies
but summer opens the door to fall and
the visitor glides in and
settles down to stay until
winter bids it go.
In the cold winter
might stars seem to burn brighter –
heaven’s nightlights to keep us safe
while we sleep and dream of spring.

copyright kanzensakura

Aokigahara – Sea of Trees

Aokigahara – Sea of Trees
“Life is complicated. It’s filled with nuance. It’s unsatisfying… If I believe in anything, it is doubt. The root cause of all life’s problems is looking for a simple fucking answer.” Anthony Bourdain

Beautiful dense at the base of Mt. Fuji –
Signs at path beginning warn
to stay on path lest you be lost.
In the beauty is a huge yuck factor:
Don’t follow the tapes –
It is the #1 place in Japan
to contemplate/commit


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Haiku 10062018

For Poets United Poetry Pantry and for Real Toads Tuesday Platform

Haiku: 100062018
sleepy woodland pool –
leaves drift on surface dreaming
of past summer sun

copyright Kanzen Sakura

The weight of Love

For Kerry’s Prompt on Real Toads – Camera Flash and a Flash 55

The Weight of Love
All those love locks fastened to all the bridges –
Each one telling of eternal love,
Each one making note of a love commemorated –
Each lock pulling the bridges to pieces,
Adding weight to their load.
Destroying the bridges,
We fasten love locks on people
Destroying them.
Pulling them down,
Such is the nature of love.

**Pont des Arts Bridge, Paris, France, Hohenzollern Bridge, Cologne, Germany, N Seoul Tower, Seoul, South Korea, **Vodootvodny Canal, Moscow, Russia, Mount Huang, China, **Most Ljubavi, Vrnjačka Banja, Serbia, **Malá Strana district, Prague, Czech Republic, Ponte Milvio Bridge, Rome, Italy, Butchers’ Bridge, Ljubljana, Slovenia , **Brooklyn Bridge, NYC, New York, United States

**these love locks are being removed from the bridges due to safety concerns and tearing apart the bridge

Haibun: Winter Humpbacks

For Margaret’s prompt at Toads, A Whale of A Tale, a haibun.  Humpback factoids:  Humpbacks can grow to 60 feet (18 meters) long, and they can weigh a whopping 40 tons, according to the NOAA. Their flippers can grow up to 16 feet (5 m) long, which is the largest appendage in the world. Their tails are also massive and grow up to 18 feet (5.5 m) wide. Like most whales, females are larger than males.   They feed off fish and crustaceans, especially off menhaden and brown shrimp which are plentiful for their diets and migrate every winter passing by the NC coast from December to January on their way to the Caribbean.  They often calve off the NC coast with their babies following them to their summer homes. This is also being posted on dverse for Open Link Night

Winter Humpbacks
“Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep down and do believe.” Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

My ancestors came here generations ago from England. They settled on the North Carolina coast and changed from being farmers to watermen. My great-grandfather in particular was a salty old man and often said he would stop looking at women when they screwed his coffin lid down. He would leave Durham during the fall and winter and trek down to his hometown – to live in a shanty on the beach and fish. It never went out of his blood, that fishing. He would serve as a cook on fishing boats and once cooked for Teddy Roosevelt when Teddy was a middle-aged man. Pap as we called him, loved his time on the water. He loved telling me tales of the boat going out and casting their nets and hauling in the load of fish.

But my favorite tales were of the migrating humpback whales, longer than the boat, breaching up and often destroying the nets. The humpbacks migrated down from Maine and on down to the Caribbean. They often spent a month eating menhaden and brown shrimp to build up their fat layer on their way farther down south. Pap said many a day a humpback or two would breach and often lunge up out of the water. Fishing would be forgotten as the men watched these gigantic creatures swimming along side of the boat or breaching. The calves were the size of the boat.. I loved the tales. As an adult I would always go down to the coast in fall and winter and go out on one of the fishing piers, empty now that it was cold winter, and watch the whales feeding or swimming or breaching. Like my great-grandfather, I inherited that love of the ocean.
cold winter ocean –
humpbacks lunge towards the sky
singing their songs

whale off NC coast in winter


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