02 Dec 2019
by kanzensakura
in General Poetry
Tags: beauty, clouds, horizon, regrets, water, Yeats
For Rommy’s prompt at Real Toads, Words to Live By. I read this in my early teens. These words have held my mind all these years.
Like the Waters
I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
William Butler Yeats
We cast the ashes of our regrets
into the waters.
We cast the ashes of our sorrows
into the waters.
We cast the ashes of our dreams
into the waters.
All of our beauties we cast into the waters.
They ride the currents to the ocean
and become one with it.
We watch them drift away from us,
we say goodbye and look up at the sky.
The clouds drift by in the water
of the sky and drown themselves
in the horizon.
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05 Oct 2019
by kanzensakura
in American Sentence
Tags: autumn, blue sky, clouds
An American Sentence.
Autumn II
“Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.” ― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
The first cool day of autumn, I sat and watched the clouds in the blue sky.
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02 Jan 2019
by kanzensakura
in General Poetry
Tags: Atlantic Ocean, clouds, January, mystery, snow, solitude, winter
For Sanaa’s prompt on Real Toads – Get listed. I have chosen these words for my poem: January. snow, wind, clouds, poems. the optional words of my choice are mysterious, Atlantic, and lover.
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The Atlantic in January
“There’s something wonderful about drinking in the afternoon. A not-too-cold pint, absolutely alone at the bar — even in this fake-ass Irish pub.” Anthony Bourdain
The winds blew the clouds about in the
January sky – like poems written on tissue paper.
Bits of sea foam snagged on the sand
and then were swept back into the ocean.
Snow fell slow and steady.
The grey Atlantic heaved to the shore and back again –
breathing like a sleeping lover –
chest up and chest down,
chest up and chest down.
The Atlantic in January is a mysterious thing.
Fifty shades of grey –
In the sky,
The sand,
The water,
The partial whelk shell holding firm in the sand
as the water washed over it.
The Atlantic in January is a mysterious thing.
It is the kiss of lovers,
The words written by a poet in her mind,
A glass of beer drunk in an empty bar
on a Tuesday afternoon.
I walk along its edge and wonder
at its quiet beauty –
the things hidden in its depths.
The Atlantic in January is a mysterious thing.
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10 Sep 2017
by kanzensakura
in haibun, Haiku
Tags: 44 word poetry, blue, clouds, haibun, haiku, joy, Lake Tahoe, Quadrille Monday
I have written a haibun for dVerse Poets Pub Monday’s quadrille. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words (excluding the title) which uses the prompted word. In this case the word is “free”. Come and join in the fun.
Everywhere Blue – (for De)
Oh! To be a cloud in the sky floating lazily or waves in a cerulean lake washing upon the shore . High mountains topped with snow standing guard and smiling.
clouds in autumn blue
sky drifting free – waves below
laughing like children
Lake Tahoe – public domain photo.
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04 Apr 2017
by kanzensakura
in Haiku, Musings
Tags: anthropomorphism in poetry, clouds, dVerse Poets Pub, haiku, senryu
Today Lillian is pubtender at dVerse and is prompting us to write anthropomorphic poetry such as…”Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such a sight and the dish ran away with the spoon.” In other words, giving human characteristics to non-human “things”. Come join us at: https://dversepoets.com/2017/04/04/anthropomorphize-me/ I have provided two haiku and one senryu for Lillian’s prompt.
I.
haru no kumo**
chase each other across spring
sky – children playing
II.
dragon dog castle
clouds bend themselves into shapes –
water forms miracles
III.
drifting along in
the sky – floating free – formed from
vapor – blue skies smile
**haru no kumo – spring clouds
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