Splatters of silver moonlight mark dark cloud valleys,
silent scampers of fox paws echo in the loom.
The empty azure shines with gleaming emptiness,
the morning cloud engulfed and tumbled in fox flames.
~~~
Image found here: http://yamato-japan.blog.cz/0906/kitsune
I’d written this before NaPoWriMo and forgot all about it. So I figured I’d let it go.
Fractures lie still. Toppled rock sinks in vast mud fields.
Divine barbels etch cities and mountains in floating dust.
Heaven breaking naginta wielded in ocean black fins carves
the etched cities from the great white plain, cleaves the
etched mountains from the great open azure. Rectified worlds
bathe in moonlight. Catfish dives under heavens floating bridge.
~~~
Image found here: http://pinktentacle.com/2011/04/namazu-e-earthquake-catfish-prints/
NaPoWriMo day 30. Of 30. And the best picture humanity has ever conceived.
I might write some thoughts on my NaPoWriMo experience at a later date. Had a lot of fun though. A whole lot of fun. And thank you all who read, liked and commented.
Tiger stripes of orange and black
aren’t so blank as they seem.
In fact they contain the secrets to life,
the universe, everything that’s ever been, everything in this moment
and everything that will ever be. And perfect lines of poetry.
And tigers like this information so
on those rare occasions they see each other
they discuss it only amongst themselves
and gain extra stripes on hearing something new.
And that is why when a human sees a
tiger in the jungle, they find themselves
being eaten. Not because they taste so good,
because the tigers like their secrets so.
~~~
Image found here: http://www.museumsyndicate.com/item.php?item=61082
NaPoWriMo day 29. Standing on the verge of getting it on.
Blade of pure firmament rends islands from ocean deep,
a single branch carries a man over ocean deep.
A blind turtle follows ten thousand currents across ocean deep,
coils of scales wait for sun beams to pierce ocean deep.
~~~
Image found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Izanami
NaPoWriMo day 28. I’ll be revisiting the first line.
Wandering this limitless desert.
Time has lost meaning.
I would have made my out.
But my eyes were ten seconds behind,
and the zephyr sank the path in the sand.
I keep on wandering.
~~~
Image found here: http://online.nmartmuseum.org/nmhistory/art-activities/bear-lake-desert-abstraction.html
NaPoWriMo day 27. Running on fumes.
The fall wind picks up
muddled piles of foliage and
explodes them into a great and
glorious autumn combustion rainbow.
In a faraway land, a train
of ocean black japanese ocean black hair
picks up cherry blossoms from the trackside
and scatters them across the land
where they all come to balance on the noses of trout.
~~~
Image found here: http://www.theartofjapan.com/ArtDetail.asp?Inv=10092477#
NaPoWriMo day 26. I’ve been reading Richard Brautigan.
A poem has lost itself.
Lines are missing and words are jumbled
and the stanzas wobble on cloud high stilts.
It was all set to be scrunched until
sympathy was invoked and it was
folded into an origami beetle.
It walks through the kitchen door
looking for its missing lines
hoping to unjumble itself and find
its own solid footing under the big dipper
shining like forget me nots
caught in Godzilla’s fire.
~~~
Image found here: http://www.folders.jp/g/2002/0208.html
The above image is Satoshi Kamiya’s Samurai Helmet Beetle. It’s a work of genius, and my origami nemesis. But I’ll fold it, one day.
NaPoWriMo day 25. This machine writes poetry. And likes Godzilla references.
A giant wave climbs out
of the ocean deep like a
great azure Godzilla
that towers over cities and villages
that arcs over forests and mountains.
It washes over all,
coating everything with
empty white canvas’
so that everyone can draw
their perfect forever’s.
~~~
Image found here: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/The_Great_Wave_off_Kanagawa
NaPoWriMo day 24. Moves like Goji.
Across moon flooded skies the metallic chatter of magpies.
Kingfisher green calls back from rivers lost in rivers.
A weaver girl rests after a long days work. A
wistful feeling rises as a oxen trail passes by.
~~~
Rolling down the ever bright dipper the metallic chatter of magpies.
Kingfisher green sounds back from lakes lost in lakes.
A weaver girl is overwhelmed by the feeling of wistfulness
as ox carts roll down the moon flooded trails.
~~~
First image found here: http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/hiroshige/hydrangea-and-kingfisher#close
Second image found here: http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/hiroshige/wind-blown-grass-across-the-moon
Day 23 of NaPoWriMo. Wistful is a nice word.
A flock of sheep,
watched over by shepherd of loving grace.
Who knows their favourite grasses,
and can call them all by name.
Who knows their favourite springs,
and can differentiate each one by their foot steps.
Who knows which dog they listen to the most,
and can pick them from eight fields away.
Who knows which valleys they wish to cross under
and can hear each baa’s unique inflections.
Yet, more than all this,
he longs to know of their dreams,
those deep-set wishes and wants,
where he imagines golden fields
and quiet dogs.
But the sheep themselves,
under stars and blue clouds
dream of woolly androids.
~~~
Image found here: http://phw.co.nz/2013/do-asians-dream-of-electric-sheep
NaPoWriMo day 22. We all love Blade Runner.
