Early morning, no crowds
White spirit
Cold-blooded sky
Is not red
Shining berry much
No flutes, no grasses, no Champagnes,
No riots,
“…no flowers, no leaves, no birds! –
November!”
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Author:
Makoto Maruyama (
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Comments2
I would label this
'an unruly: modern Tanka'..
I love the sparse wording
and its resulting, purposed brevity;
in all of Japanese myth or lore
'Bushido' is by far the most corrupted, in meaning
by western 'lazy' translations;
but, one of its most fundamental trait's
(in my humble opinion)
is to infuse a life, with meaningful yearning
to seek perfection
in that chosen 'way of Art': in their lives...
and that's what is
'illusively-Intimate'
about works of poetry like yours, they speak
to that yearning, that need
to capture and eloquently word
all: that you are aware-of
and what little, you can observe
with your eyes
understand, with your mind
and bravely Feel: with your heart!
(thank you for choosing to share, dear poet
this is such a unique Poetic treat)
Thank you so much! I appreciate to your understanding about Japanese mind.
Well crafted dear poet
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