Poetry

Poetry

A migrating bird — a poem

A migrating bird Crossed the sky with a sorrow voice Why are you so alone? Why do you sound so sad? An arrow-sha...
Prose

A road to the snake tree: a poem

Do you know the snake tree? It used to be the bottom of the river, which is dried out in every dry season. It will be...
Haiku

A frozen forest — a Haiku

A frozen forest, Only the hearts are warm of wild animals 氷の森 なお熱き野生の 心の臓
Haiku

snowshoes — a Haiku

snowshoes squeaky sound follows coyotes' trace ――― 雪靴を 鳴らしてたどる コヨーテの跡
Haiku

Fireplace #2 暖炉 — a Haiku

flame in stove vermilion breathe waves of heat 暖炉の火 朱色の呼吸 熱波形
Poetry

Another night in Insomnia

we are fish swimming in the alcoholic sea we are the most beautiful being exaggerated in the bottom fluorescen...
20.01.2020
Poetry

My favourite photo on the wall

My favourite photo on the wall which makes me smile every time I look up at it, where we never get old anymore. ...
Poetry

A night in “Insomnia”

If cannot sleep, Go to "insomnia" which is in the middle of the slope. He will ask, What do you wanna drink? I will...
04.12.2019
Haiku

A winter draft – a Haiku

A winter draft Shakes window glasses Shining snow すきま風 ゆらして鳴る戸 雪あかり
Tanka

insomnia snow不眠の雪 – a Tanka Poem

silent night counting my solitude quiet and busy over the windowsill piling up insomnia snow しんしんと 更ける夜半に 目を覚...
Poetry

A library

a pond of imagination the silence of paging the smell of ink.
Poetry

A body in the well

I looked down in the well Where I cannot see the bottom Where you are sleeping
Haiku

the Essence of Haiku poetry and my favourite Japanese Haiku poems

I love writing Haiku poetry in English, though I had never tried to write Haiku poems in Japanese before. Since I got an...
Poetry

A Voice – a poem

I cannot hear your voice who is sleeping at the bottom of the water as calmly as the breaths of jasmine I'm like a ...
Poetry

You can’t sing

You can't hear because you close your ears the voice is floating in the air even the music is released, already Yo...
Poetry

A Looming City

I was waiting for a bus and it happened
Prose

A Button Snow

The light powdery snow which started falling down when I left home, had turned into wet flaky snow when I came out f...
Poetry

Once, I wanted to be a weaver

Once, I wanted to be a weaver. A weaver weaves their time, between warp and woof, spins the thread, dyes it t...
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