Tuesday, July 14, 2009

A Tree in the Marsh

Born in the lowland
protected from the wind
this tree was living
a good life always...

blossoming out in the spring breeze,
giving shades to summer birds,
dressing up in gold in autumn,
sleeping in peace through wnter;

and now...
he is awake and content.

Many years have passed.
It has been an ordinary life
with happiness and sadness;

and now...
the lowland is sunk in water.

Standing there valiantly
is this old tree,
no more flowers and golden leaves;

and now...
only offering
proud silence
in the marsh.



Please turn to other sections for translation into
Japanese and Spanish.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Rainy season

The rain cloud still hangs over my area... and dampens
everything. Basho's following haiku reminds me of my
house in the rainy season.

さみだれや 色紙へぎたる 壁の跡

rainy season...
the wall shows
old shikishi that peeled off

"Shikishi" is a square piece of fancy paper for writing
poems on.

The following are my haiku :

softly tapping my dream
spring rain

暁闇の 夢を叩くや 春の雨

golpecitos a mi sueno
lluvia de la primavera

tight and molded...
no end to the rain

花の命 かびて開かず 長雨に

blotes apretados...
lluvia interminable

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Finally Summer!

Approaching mid June... cold days lingered on for so long
in New York area. But finally, the last Sakura turned to
leaves and the graceful Iris holds up the pods, promising
next year's return.

birds chirping
earlier than usual
forcast of a very hot day

小鳥まで 早起きするや 酷暑の日

ceiling fan...
afternoon nap,
a slow day of June

扇風機 眠りをさそう 六月の午後

It's been many years since Mother passed away.
But her Kimono still bears scent of camphor.

rearranging the closet
mother's kimono
bears camphor still

ころもがえ 母の着物の 樟脳のかおり

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Husband died; the only son married;
a liberated woman am I?
No... loneliness creeps in
when I cook dinner.

   one cup
   of rice washed...
   the pot too large

いいえ....... 一人暮らしの淋しさが

   一杯の米 電気クッカー 大きすぎ

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Wisteria Season (continued)

I am still struggling to learn about blogging. The second
part of "Wisteria Season" was cut off for some

I don't know!

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The following haiku is mine.

evening walk...
the sent of wisteria

藤の香に つられて歩く ゆうべかな

distant thunder...
wisteria racemes

春雷の とどろくゆうべ 藤の波

Wisteria Season

The wisteria season is about to end. I'm going to cite
a couple of haiku on fuji (wisteria) before the season is over.
The most famous may be the following:

草臥れて 宿かる頃や 藤の花     芭蕉

looking for a place to stay...
scent of wisteria

風入れて めざめかぐはし 藤の頃    秋桜子

waked up...
the scent of wisteria
in the breeze

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Town of Asakusa

Asakusa is located in north-east of Tokyo, and it is
famous for wholesale stores and the Asakusa Kannon*.
This heavily populated town reminds me of Saigon
and Hongkong. I was born and lived mostly in
the west side of Tokyo so that a visit to Asakusa
always stimulates my curiosity.

town folks

騒音... 自動車 人声 町鴉

Clamores ruidos...
cuervos ciudadanos

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tentative rain
street lamps
an umbrella for a pair

夜の街 相合傘に 雨が降る

la lluvia de pronto
por a calle a la noche
un paraguas de los amantes

* Goddess of mercy

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Spring Rain

softly tapping my dream
spring rain

暁暗の 夢を叩くや 春の雨

la madrugada...
golpecitos a mi sueno
lluvia de la primavera

Saturday, May 2, 2009

A Storm is Coming

The Sun comes up behind the premordial trees in Nassau County, NY. Over the shingle roofs, the sky streches out to the ocean.........

morning stillness
the sky abraze
a storm is coming

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Evening Stroll

"Moonlight Sonata"
faintly traverses
the pavement whose house?

To my bloggers, walk with me and send me your poems!


Thursday, April 16, 2009

Cradle of My Life

I lived in Central California from 1989 to 2000, the most peaceful and artistically productive time in my life. Born a Piscean, the sea was a cradle to me, comforting, cleansing, and healing. The following haiku is from that period:

fogs sailing by my window...
the horn at the harbor
starts to toot

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

So much has happened in the past decade in my life. The glorious yamazakura still blooms when spring comes. But she stands alone now... a blessed freedom, maybe... nonetheless a life of a lone travelor.

Soy una peregrina... l'etragere... a stranger... maybe not destined to settle down anywhere. A tanka of Wakayama Bokusui comes to my mind:

幾山河 越えさりゆかば 淋しさの 果てなむ国ぞ 独り旅ゆく

"Crossing mountains and rivers, / I make a lonesome journey... / will there
be a place where / this loneliness dissipate?"

I shall keep going on this solitary road, knowing that there are other "peregrinos" like me all over the world.

Tei Matsushita Scott

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Impersonal Summer

the white sun...

The wheel of time
keeps turning without chiming.

Man is born and Man is gone;
the life keeps churning.

Impersonal summer...


Monday, April 13, 2009

A passing rain

a passing rain...

crows in the woods

hush to listen

Sunday, April 12, 2009

A green tomato

dried up vine
a green tomato hangs on...
an orphant in the Sun

Friday, April 10, 2009

Old Sakura Tree

and danced
through many rains and winds,
aged and
lying down now
this old sakura tree.

Dreaming to be
the Yoshino in full bloom,
shakes her limbs
to make blizzard of petals
to reach out gently
to adorn children's hair.

Spring again...
unexpected sign
of life in her too.

Collects her strength once more
to dance and sing
her last song.

let me live
to the end...
flowers in my song

Wednesday, April 8, 2009


holding hand
full of age spots

Sunday, April 5, 2009

New Life

April Fool's Day...
beginning of
brunt new life