Blossoms of the Night

So, obviously cherry blossom viewing, “hanami,” is very popular in Japan, but what some people may not realize is that it’s a night-time thing, as well. While these photos may not be as majestic as the daytime shots, I think I enjoy the night viewing more than the regular viewing.

Please enjoy!

Hanakotoba / 花言葉

el34ax7:

One of my favorite things I’ve written, mostly because of the Japanese translation.

Originally posted on Mild Musings from a Mediocre Man:

The even a prose

Of lotus and lavender

Sipping camellia,

My face became a deep crimson

My eyes – this image impressed

夕方に

はすとラベンダーの

椿飲む

紅の顔

目に焼きつける

(Super extra-special thanks to my Japanese English students who helped me with the Japanese!!!!)

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Hanami 2015

As a “poet,” you’d think that I would be all inspired and writing furiously, haiku after tanka after nature poem, but it’s not the case. Seriously, it is intimidating. I can’t do it. I don’t have the skill or imagination to bring to life the things that I see, feel, smell, hear, and taste with the words available to me. Unfortunately, I don’t have the photographic ability either! Nevertheless, please enjoy some beautiful cherry blossoms from my little town, Aizu-wakamatsu, Fukushima. I honestly can’t think of a place I’d rather be at this time.

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bring out your dead

bring out your dead!
bring out your dead!
let’s see how low we hang our heads
when we try the departed in cause for their deaths
when we see the reasons we’re better they’re dead

a ticket, a fine – well, OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!
a missed support payment? the streets will flow red!
a broken tail-light? oh, that’s punishable by death!
a pronouncement of rights? no witnesses, my friend…

and, aye, the line, toe as the danger comes
if no one be looking, ‘he went for my gun!’
but nigh the eye of a nation looks on
how many more martyrs must hashtags become?

til corpses bloom citizens with recording red eyes
who count all the metal barb bristles which hide
in the backs of our brethren, to whom we deny
the presumption of justice – to this day she’s still blind

A Picnic

el34ax7:

Spring is a good time for a picnic.

Originally posted on Mild Musings from a Mediocre Man:

I remember the day we both did lay on a blanket facing sky
We talked of nothings and previous dreams with no regard for time
The wine flowed red as the hair on your head, your eyes brown, sweet, and kind
For a moment we stared and almost we shared something quite divine

I remember your dress caressing your breasts with every breath you’d take
While the summer breeze played across your knees the mere thought of made me shake
We were under the spell of neither heaven nor hell for the time we were entwined
For a moment we stared and almost we shared something b’yond divine

I remember the leaves that covered the trees; they whispered in my ear
The secrets of time and how to deny its end coming near
I reached for your hand and slipped on the band and asked you to be mine
For…

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In a Field of Sunflowers

Originally posted on Mild Musings from a Mediocre Man:

From Paul Sonne's Twitter:  Next to the crash site, the most beautiful field of sunflowers swaying in the summer wind. #MH17From Paul Sonne’s Twitter: Next to the crash site, the most beautiful field of sunflowers swaying in the summer wind. #MH17

And there they rest
In a field of sunflowers
Swaying in the summer breeze
Families frozen, locked in place
A blight on discovery
Those returned from prayer
From one of 5 times a day
Lain in a field
Beneath the sunflower’s sway

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