Poets United: Memories

This is posted for the Mid-Week prompt at Poets United – Memories. I am posting three haiku for this. The third was writing in loving memory of my friend Peggie who died two years ago.  They are written in the Japanese spirit of mono no aware (sadness at the passing of things) and aware cho (the deep sigh at the end of something)  Link at Poets United:  http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2017/09/poets-united-midweek-motif-memories.html I am also linking this up to my favorite poetry site, dVerse.

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I.
memories falling
as autumn leaves – dying in
flames blown by the wind

II.
sleepy woodland pool –
leaves drift on surface dreaming
of past summer sun

III.
summer night is long –
dew falls but fades at morning –
grasses remember

 

 

dVerse Poetics – Shoes

This is written in response to Kim’s prompt for dVerse Poetics – shoes.

The things left behind
My mother’s shoes
parked under the bed where she left them
before she went into the skilled nursing facility.
I find it hard to put them away.

My father’s shoes
still new in a box but
35 years old. He never got to wear them.
I find it difficult to throw them away.

My baby shoes
bronzed, wrinkled, and tiny.
My parents loved me.
I dust them every day.

The things we leave behind
break our hearts when found.
Shoes – on the ocean floor
left behind by those who died
on the Titanic.
These things will lie entombed until the end of time.

public domain images

Tsunami: One year anniversary March 11, 2012

This is greatly condensed down from a section of poetry based on the friendship of a Japanese engineer who was transferred by the company who owned the Fukushima power plant to a company in the US. I am posting this for Gillena’s prompt at: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/  “Hi toads, today i want you to stretch your imagination; ponder a natural disaster, past or recent, and tell me, what role you think, the gods might be playing, resulting in that particular natural disaster.” This is a small section of a poem I have been working on for several years – The Walk – parts I – VIII. He and I became friends while I was reviewing his application for licensure in the US as a professional engineer. He explained to me that much of the physical documentation was destroyed and people who acted as references and verifiers of his experience were dead.  He was in Tokyo at the time of the tsunami on business.  I am writing in haibun form.

free public domain photo – Japan Tsunami

Tsunami: One year later March 11, 2012. section of The Walk Part IV
Susanoo-no-Mikoto* was in a rage the day of the tsunami. He swept before him adults and children, pets, wild creatures, graves of the beloved dead, altars, homes – all washed away like so much trash into a gutter. My friend and I walked that anniversary to our place by the peaceful pond. I handed him a stick of incense. He lit the incense and wept beneath the cherry trees, far from home and dead family and friends.

the sea inhaled then
exhaled a giant wall of
water – spring was drowned

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*Japanese god of the sea, storms, and snakes

dVerse Poetics: The End

Today at dVerse Paul is giving the prompt for us. His theme is “The End” – end of life, end of love, end of the world, the Last Samurai – The End.  http://dversepoets.com/2017/08/01/the-end/   Come visit us and read the poems inspired by The End. This is also being posted for the Tuesday Open Forum at Real Toads: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/the-tuesday-platform.html

The End
Life is never promised.
someday, we will pass through time –
the world just stops under silent control.

On the platform where trains never come
this reality, faintly shining –
Like leaves blowing in the wind –
at the crossing, crowded with figures
this reality, faintly shining –
Pushing aside the veil of the world,
the truth is always a paradox.

As this era comes to its end,
we’ll wake up from our slumber.
Both profound darkness and
the light of hope lurk inside us.
As the curtain is being raised for another era,
we’ll cross the bridge of this spotless world.

On the platform where trains never come
this reality, faintly shining.

 

public domain photo

 

Haibun Monday – Free For All

Today I have the prompt at dVerse Poets Pub. Come join us!  http://dversepoets.com/2017/07/24/haibun-monday-free-for-all-2/

Beautiful Spring
The spring this year was beautiful. A mild winter and lots of rain and snow had thoroughly watered the earth and flowers and trees were bursting forth. The last few months of my mother’s life, I spent with her daily. It was hard watching her slowly die, to pray for God to take her and end her suffering. One morning, they called me early from the skilled nursing facility she was in. During the night, my mother had died. I hung up the phone feeling empty, tired and sad. I stood at our living room window and looked out at the early summer green.

summer green and sun –
hummingbirds sip from the feeder –
it is cold inside

dVerse: The View From Our Windows

At dVerse today, Lillian is the pubtender extraordinaire. She challenges us to write a poem about a view outside our window or from the outside looking in. We must also include a picture of the view. We are still celebrating our 6th Anniversary this. Come join us for special fun, special prompts, special times: http://dversepoets.com/2017/07/18/looking-out-looking-in/

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Beneath the Crape Myrtle
bright pink blooms against
summer sky – cat naps beneath –
restful in the shade –
SamCat the Ripper loved hanging out
beneath this crape myrtle tree –
he’d roll in the grass
and twist his body around –
his paws reaching for the sky.
pink blooms fade and fall –
cool wind scatters the petals –
the place is silent now

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Snow

For Real Toads https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/07/fireblossom-friday-bang-youre-dead.html Fireblossom Friday: Bang! You’re dead. Writing from beyond the grave….mwahahaaaaaaaa

Snow
drifting off
falling asleep
dreaming
opening the window
and gliding out into the snow
no footprints
no steamy breath
no weight no pain no sadness
walking into a dream
of slow falling snow
using the snowflakes
like stepping stones
walking up to the sky
walking on the tops of trees
of roofs of streetlights
covered with snow
slow falling snow
slow
falling…

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