"dodoitsu" poems
I wonder, love, if you see
these stars that hang over me
or if you, so far away,
forget to look up?
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
***The horizon was pure Magic:
Pink blue white softness ~ Light born
At the sunset ~ full Moon in bloom. . .
Saw you on wheels ~ son!***
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
a blue winged butterfly
pirouetted in the garden
like a pretty ballerina
twirling on the stage
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
eve's elongated shadows
darkened the atmosphere
for the company of hikers
trekking Milton Ridge
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
(a second time posting)
T'was a short poem I was reading...
I had started writing
My comments,
When...
Along came a very strange feeling,
With very strange thoughts:
"This... has exactly happened before...
This poem...I have read before...
Written these very same thoughts before!"
Over and over, I blinked... had to make sure...
But, all at once... one brief moment...
I found myself seated beside a grand piano,
By a wide ostentatious stairway,
In a bright, candle-lit mansion...
But, stranger still, while I was writing,
My eyes strayed to my right,
To a mirror by the wall...
I saw a handsome young man,
With slightly long curly hair,
Wearing a long-sleeved, white ruffled shirt
And a pair of dark pants,
Holding paper and quill,
Looking back at me.
I was staring at myself!!!
I was holding the paper,
Where I had written my thoughts,
About a poem titled,
"....WILT...."
Sally
Copyright November 5, 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Below is Timothy's poem,
the reason for my "Deja Vu."
WILT
The wilting of the flowers;
Ephemeral bubble bursts;
The last grains of sand run out;—
I wilt just like flow'rs.
~Timothy~
Dodoitsu.
© Timothy 30 July, 2013.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
cicadas thrummed all day
as the sun searingly shone
their drumming beat abated
when the cool breeze came
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
the rock face had altered
after years of weathering
it had gone from rough to smooth
this is erosion
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC
the rain's damp streaming tendrils
caressed the dry landscape
with a kindly moistening
to revive its soils
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
in eastern meadow and wood
mushrooms of lemon and beige
strawberry and creamy white
flood me with rapture
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
as eve fell a pair of swans
flew across the serene lake
to settle near a pontoon
till dawn came again
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
India women dip white
linen cloths into vats of
the most beautiful colors,
Yogis meditate.
Dodoitsu 7,7,7,5 Japanese style of poetry. Circa 1600s. Often concerning love or work, and usually comical. In my case I was trying to show an analogy between dipping into meditation and the dipping of cloth in a vat of dye. But I also found it humorous that the men meditated, while the women worked.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
as the ***** ***** wind whirled
it splayed plumes of dust
across the salt-bush terrain
on that dry May day
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
across the crystal clear lake
the swans did gracefully glide
their deportment o'er water
calm in countenance
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
as the yacht neared the pier
the crowd applauded loudly
for the lone yachtsman had won
against the rough seas
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
night time doth slowly encroach
on the creatures of the bush
their activity shall quieten
as the stars sparkle
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 4:05 AM UTC
Joseph Merrick once told me,
"We are superficial *****
Beauty is only skin deep.
Mankind is the FREAK."
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
give a thought to the nurses
they're on duty twenty four seven
they tend and care for the sick
all over the world
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
the scent of sweet lavender
which floated through the pretty field
reminded him of a girlfriend
in his college days
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
gorgeous sparkling pinholes
bejewel the night sky's cape
millions of stunning sequins
glistening diamonds
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC
paddocks dry cry out for rain
crops all wilting neath the strain
hopes of a harvest gone
drought's grip stays too long
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
a lambent sphere of sunlight
doth grace our patch of landscape
the gullies and hillsides
glimmer in its rays
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC
Sitting in my clean dress clothes
looking for a distraction
Sunday I will make amends
until then I dream
May 1, 2010
May 1, 2010 at 10:24 PM UTC