Poetry

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
Haiku

Fireplace #1 暖炉の火— a Haiku

red flame never shapes the same ungrabbable 暖炉の火 同じ姿は 二度となく
Poetry

Where is My Creativity Coming From?

Every day, every week, every month, Plenty of things come and go, passing me by. The sight I see, the sound I hear...
Nov 18, 2019
Prose

Blue Stories

“C’était bleu. Complètement bleu.” said the French guy, after he had swum with the dolphins. As soon as he had seen a b...
Nov 18, 2019
Prose

My Favourite Sound when Sleeping

The sound of the sea, The wave that is coming and going, Randomly, repeatedly, Which washes out my mind.
Nov 18, 2019
Poetry

My butterfly lied to me - ぼくの蝶: a poem

My butterfly lied to me with a flutter of glory angel with a faithful smile of ave maria
Nov 13, 2019
Poetry

Camellia’s heads - 椿塚: a poem

I put camellia blossoms in a line on a silver stone counting the red one camellia, two camellias and again
Nov 11, 2019
Prose

about Writing Poetry: A Prose

When I was little, I was a quiet child as a stone. I didn't have enough words and vocabulary to tell what was going on i...
Nov 14, 2019
Poetry

You always forget what you have in your pockets

You always forget what you have in your pockets, because you have a lot of deep pockets. Tissue, coins, receipts, ...
Nov 18, 2019
Poetry

Poison 毒 — a poem

The poison which you have set my fingers, my feet, my hands, my face calmly fulfilling like the tide
Nov 11, 2019
Poetry

罠 — A Trap

there were lips, which don’t belong to me, A ripped apple, just before rotten
Nov 18, 2019
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