I’ve never particularly enjoyed travelling. Most people have long lists of places they’d like to visit, but for me that’s never been the case. First, airplanes scare me to death. Yes, they may be the safest form of transport but my fear remains nonetheless. Second, you must pack your stuff. Oh, that’s such a disturbing task. What if you forget something important? How can you know the exact amount of clothes you need? Such tragedies! Third, like a hobbit, I’m not fond of leaving home - not even for a couple of days. After a short while, my heart starts to ache, and I must go back. Yet, when I was inside the plane and watched the sun rising in the horizon, it felt like home.
look through the window --
the land of the rising sun
lies just before me
Categories:
nihon, home, places, sun, travel,
Form: Haibun
The island of the rising sun
The land were work is fun
With tireless proletarians
And boundless trailblazers
Land where days and hours clock first
Where it is already tomorrow when our sun sets
At the edge of the world
With a new age for the world
They break paths for us to maintain
The earth cracks but they build again
Lights never dim in Nihon
Nihon always lives on
Categories:
nihon, adventure, age, business, city,
Form: Free verse
This summer breeze
upon my menacing blade,
no kaishakunin, only emptiness,
empty mindedness,
unafraid
The Hokkaido seas
restless like a school child,
stir within my cup of tea
empty mindedness,
beguiled
Mountains of Sakura
fill me, nor here nor there,
a million of my memories
empty mindedness,
despair
Bushido, my creed
is like the lotus in bloom,
Nihon hear my cries!
empty mindedness,
doom
My beloved wife
wear your gossamer gown
like the moon wears the night
empty mindedness,
facedown
My prodigious son
sheath your political sword,
this is an age of declaration
empty mindedness,
soared
Sincerely, truly yours,
the masks I leave behind
are desires now outlived,
empty mindedness,
blind
The final scene
my rising sun, peaceful sky,
and with the absolutely true
empty mindedness,
I die.
Categories:
nihon,
Form: I do not know?
It was past midnight
when rhyme knocked, disturbing the stillness
of my thoughts, and begged me
to write the night’s lore
But free verse, like Igorot warrior
entered the scene and in a war dance
encircled my illusion; ready to battle
the twin wrestlers from Nihon-koku
As I plucked out the syllables
blinking in the dark sky that rolled out
like papyrus blanketing my spirits
Fibonacci offered to do the counting
Ah, math is so fascinating
but I only understand
the simplicity of one, two, three, and four
that's saving me from corruption
My shadow sighed
and perceived the poetry
of my being gone
cold, like December ice
The forms have confused
my breath of life
like blooming horse on a deserted field
that I went to sleep without a poem
Categories:
nihon, on writing and words,
Form: Lyric