Short East Wind Poems
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drift on the east wind-
&freeze my heart
NOTE-HI-KU is any English language variation on the Japanese haiku
HAIKU #102
East wind whistles
Flutes of green bamboo;
Zen lullaby
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Leon Enriquez
20 October 2020
Singapore
Painted by East wind
Cascades of colour in air
Tall trees are now bare
Looking down on flown offspring
Proud of what they have created
a single owl screech
breaks the silence,
the Hunter's moon
waxes blue
ice chills the aging bones-
blowing on the east wind
flurries ,fine and dry
settle on her grave.
brisk east wind
white flurries blown....
pear trees end stage blooms
remember a kite rises against the wind not with it..a good day to fly a kite???
Flowers were seen covering the tree yesterday,
Today they have fallen into the pond in decay.
The hard blow of the east wind is not to blame,
Blooming and withering are naturally the same.
(tran.)
COLD, blows the North wind
Chilling us to the bones
WARM, blows the South wind
Up from the temperate zones
GENTLE, blows the East wind
Stirring leaves with a sigh
STRONG, blows the West wind
Scattering clouds across the sky
Der Wind aus Osten
Treibt schon Schnee über das Land
Am späten Herbsttag
The wind from the east
Drifts already snow across the land
At late autumn day
El viento del este
Ya flota nieve a través de la tierra
En un día de otoño
PREDATOR EAST WIND
Her skeletal penetrating fingers
Find a cold way into the least crack with ease.
Burst pipes with sorcerous wand.
Silently freeze the pond
With her sly icy feast of water.
Will kill off last year’s life; can
Pry the warm flesh off old autumn
Leaves - only cold bones.
Bit sunshine squinter
At end of winter.
gather light splinter.
Before long they were
Engaged in sweet myrrh.
Watched it disappear
Never hearing fear.
Fall in love Pleasure
Seasons fruits treasure
Land reclaimed leisure
Patient roster Bows
Hungry Cat's meow
A faint east wind moaned
Early Spring Postponed.
The East
The East wind is cold
and is full of hoarfrost.
It crosses the land,
in a wild storm, raging!
It is heavy with hail,
and larger black rocks...
of mud and dirt.
It contains fist-sized stones,
to hammer the land
into a new shape.
Soon the west
will be unrecognizable.
and foreign
to those that live there.
In a forest clearing,
a doe worried and wary,
looks up to the noon sky;
peers through the bushes,
sniffs at the east wind,
listens to swaying leaves
... it's still safe.
Nearby, her nimble fawn
fumbles and stumbles
on a grassy, mossy mound,
playfully leaps around,
circles, dances on and on,
jumps over a rotting
... paw of a lion !!
I am not a poet
Nor an author
But I look at the sky
I forecast the weather
Dark days are ahead, friends
It is going to rain
Look at the cloudy sky
It tells of weeks of coming pain
No, years rather
For the east wind is on us
A bullet for you, brother
Every fine home shall rust
So be good, reader
There is no excuse in war
It hears from no one
Neither looks at tears
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the beast from the East... winter snow in March
drifting six foot high... monsters
the East wind doth blow snow
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The Kimo is an Israeli version of the haiku, found here on Poetry Soup
The Kimo is a tristich, a 3 line poem. Syllabic 10-7-6 syllables per line. Unrhymed. There should be no movement in the imagery.
Above the deep blue clouds, i
overhear you hauling like the east wind
kissing all over my neck, where i
lay, so beautiful as the butterfly wing
which I cannot catch
only to feel the lifelong soothe
you offer before the sun hatch
and discomfort me in my suit
ample _ sweats falls like tears
from the rain down to my ring
you never stop flirting with my ears
times you come by and sing.
Flow! Flow! Flow!
Thou sea of silence
Carrying friends and foes
Alike.
The gentle sounds of
Waves lapping thru the
Evening like a moving
Mountain.
Blow! Blow! Blow!
Thou east wind,thy
Tender hands caress our
Gliding bark as we break
Into the warm waters.
Look! The sun gazes at
These sea-farers whose
Quest we know not.
Far beyound the horizon
Lies treasures of untold
Measures.
I have a living seed
i hid it in the store house
safe from all insects
even rodents
can they ever find it?
Yeh! not in their wildest dreams
I will open up the earth
and put it therein and water it
I'll tell the sun to shine upon my seed
I'll tell the rain maker to pour down rain
I'll tell the
North wind
South wind
East wind and
West wind
to blow endlessly
Then i'll rest my head and
wait to eat of my labour
September’s end descended swiftly
on the island of Manitou, as dark clouds
and strong winds vanquished yesterday’s
sun, bringing gray skies and cold rain.
In the fields, sandhill cranes gather,
then lift, en masse, silhouetted against
a sombre sky, their raucous cries harkening
to prehistoric times as they disappear across
the horizon following the east wind which
will carry them to Michigan and beyond.
We lower our heads and pedal on.
Clouds in the sky reveal their intention
Their color is always a dead giveaway,
There is no known effective intervention.
You know what’s coming if they are gray,
Gathered in a group for a sky convention.
If they are white and fluffy like cotton
We do not give them a second thought
They’ll soon pass over, entirely forgotten
If a pleasant east wind they have caught
I’ve thought, for a cloud, this is so rotten.
Written October 18, 2022