Evening Stroll

"Moonlight Sonata"
faintly traverses
the pavement whose house?

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

tms

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

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

Impersonal Summer

Breeze...
August...
the white sun...

The wheel of time
keeps turning without chiming.

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

Impersonal summer...
September...

Adieus!

A passing rain

a passing rain...

crows in the woods

hush to listen

A green tomato

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

Old Sakura Tree

Bloomed
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

Kaleidoscope

kaleidoscope...
holding hand
full of age spots

New Life

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