Heart Rains – tanka

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Heart rains

dry hot summer ends –
soft rain taps on leaves like sad
tears falling from the
grey sky – I lift my face and
whisper your name – can you hear
me – do you know my heart rains?

Tanka are poems with line syllables of 5-7-5-7-7. There is an extra line of 7 syllables making this form Bussoku-sekika – footprint of Buddha, a rare form of poetry, an early form of waka. It is written for my friend Peggie – Huntmode on wordpress, who died this past May.  I am linking to Poetry Pantry today for the first time:  http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.se/2015/09/poetry-pantry-271.html

 

 

d’Verse Poetics: Change #2 tanka

Another tanka for d’Verse Poetics on the prompt of Change.

 

pink cherry blossoms
from tiny buds now green leaves
form a canopy –
green leaves fluttering soon to
be withered leaves on my lawn.

d’Verse Poetics: Haibun Monday – 明帆 Red Blade

Today is the start of an exciting new feature at d’Verse Poetics: Haibun Monday! This is an excellent opportunity for those of you who enjoy this form or want to learn more. Bjorn, our fearless leader, and Hamish Gunn (guest blogger) will be doing these features. Please come visit us.

I am basing my haibun today on a haiku I wrote sometime ago and the photo accompanying it. I hope you all will come to visit, join in on the conversation, read, comment, and link to us. The Mr. Linky will be up all week so this will give you plenty of time.  http://dversepoets.com/2015/09/07/haibun-monday-1/

明帆 Red Blade
In elusive ways, you could tell the seasons were changing. A few leaves had turned yellow and dropped from lush green trees, tomatoes in the garden were becoming fewer in number and smaller in size, scuppernongs were slowly turning from jade green to topaz gold – no longer bitter hard marbles but getting sweeter. They almost had a fragrance to them – rich, winey, drowsy in their sensual appeal. In a very few weeks, they will be a deep golden and full of juice; a bite into them will pop the fruit and juice from their thick skin into one’s eagerly waiting mouth. The bright green of the forsythia bush in the corner has begun to pale. Among the green fronds, one upright stem has turned bright red overnight.

Today the condensation was thick on the car – a drenching dew glazed the grass and soaked the hem of my hakama as I made my way to my place under the ancient oak in my back yard. Breathing in and out, deeply, slowly, I calmed myself and opened myself to the morning. Newly mown grass, scent of bacon from my neighbor’s kitchen, finches twittering at their feeder, an oak leaf slowly drifting down to land at my feet. I close my eyes and draw my katana slowly from its saya. I will go through all forms before returning it and then will sit on my porch to go through the ritual of cleaning and oiling. Only moderate sweat on my skin today as opposed to saturating oily sweat of last month. Autumn – I feel it inside my soul. Autumn is coming.

red blade of autumn
cuts through green summer leaves –
It is time, it says.

 

copyright kanzen sakura

copyright kanzen sakura

 

***明帆  akiho – means red blade of a plant.

Almost…

Japanese plum blossom (c) Kanzensakura

Japanese plum blossom (c) Kanzensakura

Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub! We do not follow a prompt but link to a poem, haibun, play – of our choice.

Last week,
Bitter, bleak,
Snow melted from fluff
To thick rime of ice.
My cat and I
Stood at the window and sighed.

Last night,
Sweet and almost warm
The thousand voiced choir
Of frogs and peepers sang.
My cat and I
Went outside and danced under the stars.

Almost spring, sweet breath
Of plum blossoms in the night –
Almost like a dream.

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