when can I go home
when can I see you
cherry blossoms bloom
when I think about
I left you behind
when I was afraid
first attempt at a lai (9 line poem with 3 sets of 2 lines of 5 syllables followed by a line with 2 syllables
A quick change of weather brought me to stare outside the window
Standing near the porch, I was then surprised to see snow falling
Almost a month when cherry blossoms began to say hello
Here comes a chilling wind and a surprise snowfall in spring
Hearing its sound, a thread of sad memories began to flow
This pushed me back to the hour of pain, strain, and self-blaming
Worried about the blossoms and pretty wild flowers in the meadow,
I looked around and saw green grass and birds happily chirping
Oh! the woods smell sweet, snow becomes rains and the little stream flows
And everywhere I turn around, I see hope in everything
Plus who among us would not care, cherish and will not go
To admire a lovely tree where blossoms are hung with snow in spring
~A snowy day in spring!
Pink flow’rs, blushing cheeks
A soft kiss to say goodbye
Just one perfect dance
Cherry Blossoms Fall
Like snow, they drift so gently
Spring is joining us.
The scent is overwhelming,
I enjoy it so,
Imagine the petals, falling,
Over your face,
The scent of spring is here today.
Look into the ceiling,
Watch me go all over the world with you.
Hands held tight till we bleed and
Hopefully we'll make our scars have a new
Meaning to the stars that we'll sleep in.
Cherry blossoms raining.
We can turn our lives into a film,
Where we dance in the planetarium.
The petals in your eyes that's falling
Tells me that the seasons going into an end,
But i know you'll come back again,
I'll make sure i'll be there stronger than a stem.
Is this the end,
Or the winter that spring can't seem to comprehend?
to be honest i dont even know what i was saying
A new home in spring,
I come as cherry trees bloom
Spring, a new season.
Considering my recent move to Japan, a haiku, while not my usual style, seems appropriate.
Forty-eight floors up, a God’s-eye view
a man practices tai-chi on a tired patch of grass
he is measured, beautiful
families rest under new-green trees
in Yoyogi Park this early spring Sunday
Mt. Fuji rises like a myth, fading
to illusion in the gathering smog.
A few inches can be an impossible sea
we sit, silently contemplating discord
and the meaningless reasons for it
cherry trees paint the city pink
while faded petals cyclone at our feet
tears, fleeting as sakura
bloom and fall.
Awake to a slowly beating drum
morning meditation drifting up the hill
in the garden, tiny birds add sweet highs
tuneless ravens, the bass undertone
trees whisper ancient lyrics
on the passing breeze.
We stroll the Path of Philosophy
through massive wooden gates
into carefully sculpted gardens
exploring the endless number
of temples dotting Kyoto
each more lovely than the last.
is where I feel the most
following worship worn
steps to a cave-shrine
heady with wet
we are purified
by waterfall spray
the way we came
buoyed by eternity’s hand.
The hotel lobby is filled
with crimson and saffron
glistening heads and broad smiles
from monks gathered there
we bow to each other and are one
may it never be forgotten
revelers arrive by busload
for hanami, cherry blossom viewing
beneath a revered tree
decked out in pink splendor
lit from below to radiate
surreal, internal light
we sample Kobe yakitori
soba and corn
grilled over open flame
as we flow
through the smiling
what is transitory
and blossoms whirl
our hair and skin.
Kyoto is just one of those magical places...
Dalawang Haiku ng Pagkahulog
Sumasabog sa puso
Hinto ang mundo
Kalat sa daan
Gaya ng 'king pag-ibig
Tuyo at pisak
Dahil nangako ka ng bulaklak