Japanese Short Form Poetry 2011 - 2012



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watching Survivor...
they all wear Che Guevara
T-shirts
         


autumn moonlight
shining upon his gravestone:
the swan sings in sleep

(for Kenneth Rexroth)    
         
                      by   Chen-ou Liu


first recital
tension …
on the piano strings

 


approaching storm—
the silver flash
of turning pigeons

                       by   Nancy Nitrio





new moon night--
one lantern lit
and the bamboo turns gold



an army of Kwan Yins
on the hillside--
cypress grove.



over pampas grass / a vee / of twelve snow geese.

                        
                       
by   Alexis Rotella




abandoned schoolhouse
the overgrown grass
points away




melancholia
that could melt houses
eyelids on the sofa



                        by Lucas Stensland







morning mist
rising on the bay
ghosts or gulls




in the air
a wave of foam
snowy egret




crack of dawn
the steel cold cry
of a blue jay




out of the fog
a goose calling
lost

                       by  Neal Whitman





dusk
play of sunlight
on stucco and stone



dark shadows
across the path not taken -
what might have been


                       by Tracy Davidson





cold afternoon
Santa holds the coughing girl
at arm’s length




winter songbirds--
I can’t name them but I hear
dad among them




right on time. . .
a ladybug lands
on her gravestone

                      by  Robert Epstein 






 
the first butterflies
sliding through the light...
it seems, it's snowing


                      by Oprica Padeanu





after the storm
the silence
between street puddles

                     by  Paul David Mena 






Buttercup 
 
She came into our lives one spring morning; a hoarse meow at the back door.  No one claimed her so she became ours; my husband and I. We named her Buttercup. 

She loved to be brushed in the sunshine and often slept in the gardenia bush on hot summer days.  In the autumn and winter there was always a warm smell of wood smoke rising from her fur.  On the rare occasion that she slept with us, we held her paws as she snuggled between us.
 
She was always bringing home stray cats for meals and our help.  Her last feline friend, remained close by her side. She shared her favorite chair and bed with him and they became constant companions.
 
As the autumn of last year approached we noticed Buttercup was eating less and less and frequently disappearing into the neighbor’s yard for days at a time until one day, we found her resting under the neighbor’s tree with her faithful friend beside her.  We brought her home to remain safe with us for what had become the last ten days of her life.

We spent that time letting her know how very thankful we were that she had been a part of our lives and that it was her time to go. As the vet released her from her pain, we held her soft paws and watched the light fade form her tired eyes.
 

the wind
scattering her ashes …
      wildflowers


                           by   Nancy Nitrio





summer heat -
my cat holds a yoga pose
in front of the fan




i paint her toes
slowly 
she turns the page





quick stop -
the pretty cashier
changes that

               by  Jeffrey Hanson






On the train platform
one thousand people
alone.
                   
                       by  David Jisl







hurricane
his voice stirs
the room





after all these years
the smile that brought the sun
...brings the sun

                      by R.D. Bailey




rain -
a strand of flooded canyons
catching the echo




channel of mist
among river reeds




rumors
a newborn creek
murmuring




autumn wind
separating the chaff
rusty threshers





in a dank back closet
moss on unworn shoes




night’s void
in a stand of red twig
one dragon-root




a cat nap
on the sofa...
         cappuccino

                       by Michael F. King




„Namaste!” I hear
in the silent night –
the nightingale

                    by  Patricia Lidia
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
as she turns to leave
my mother’s
girlish smile

Valley Micropress, June, 2010





lamp light
Buddha’s features
flicker

Kokako 13, 2010





droplets of dew
on six lettuce heads
- mother earth




scent of cat’s fur
on the sheets 
-woodsmoke

                
                      by  Anne Curran
 
 
 
after the rain
the echoing drips
of moonlight






waratahs
bleeding their color
into dewdrops






our break up —
we run out
of petals to pluck


first published in Notes from the Gene, 
Issue 4 - March 2010




first day of summer ...
my poems of spring 
still linger 
in the breeze





silent night
he hears my heartbeat
...not my tears

                      by Raquel D. Bailey



                           


HAIKU TRIBUTE - 

Amy Winehouse...
her spinning record crackles
till sunset    

                       [RIP]
                       by R.D. Bailey






autumn drizzle
a wallah shakes
the orchid bouquet





winter rain
the urge to feel
the newborn





prayers for rain
a spider keeps
spinning its web





spring fever
she kisses her boy
all over





spring’s end
my infant fingers
the fallen petal

                   by Ramesh Anand






New moon
there she goes again
into her cocoon



Pisces husband--
only sea tones
my husband's shirts

                     by   Alexis Rotella






ox daisies 
growing between the sleepers
- summer rain





first frost - 
the buddleja 
bows out 

                        by Michael O'Brien






gentle, young man
two shades of lipstic
on one cheek 


a piece of rainbow
in the pond
within my reach


                        by Radhey Shiam [India]






sunset through trees-
with outstretched arms
their shadows dance


                        by Josh Bunin



her tongue ring...
all that is left
of my date



 
crickets chirping . . .
a bunch of blue-eyed boys tease
"Speakee Engrishee"

                       by Chen-ou Liu






hole
in my sweater...
sunrise



kicking rocks
I promise I wasn't
thinking of you...




sudden cold...
his kitten curls up
a little tighter



full moon...
I think I've shared 
too much of me



new moon
that dream...
where you don't appear



stuck in traffic
thunder rolls 
ahead



a playground..full of cold

                        by R.D. Bailey







early dawn—
morning glories
beginning to rise
 
 

the only thing
grandmother remembers …
cherry blossoms
 

 
floating in a cloud
of cherry blossoms—
pink balloons

                        by   Nancy Nitrio





fruitless tree
I think of nothing...
but you




that empty space...
tonight's stars
seem to fill
                       by R.D. Bailey






a string of berries
inside the palm
- her elegant neckline

                      by Anne Curran






cracks and cobwebs
all that's left
of our marriage




wind-chapped lips
and a red swollen nose -
he kisses me anyway
 
                      by Tracy Davidson (UK)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
a single heron
disappears in the fog bank
winter solitude
 
                        by  Neal Whitman





autumn wind
the whole earth woven
into my hair

                         by Janet Lynn Davis
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Toll of the bell --
where does
it end?
 
 
 
 
 
 
Cranking up
the dawn --
geese

                          by   Alexis Rotella
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
play kitchen
a catkin
curling in rain broth 

 
 
 
saving the bison
for last
animal crackers 
 
 
 
 

coffee bar
a toddler nods
to her sippy cup 
 
 
 
 
 
slurping back
the first oyster
cold gust 

                       by William E. Cooper
 
 
 
 
 
at the feeder
a blue jay brushes off
the chickadees
 
 
 
 
 
 
small town -
through  snow
the cat knows  the way
 

 


 
overcast
the starlings rise
without shadows 
               
                      by Jerry Dreesen
 
 
 
 
 
 
childhood lullaby
unfurling memories
old blanket
 
                      by  Michael King

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