3. Komorebi: Hokosha
Keeper, the way it makes you feel holiness
walking the trail high as an agile kite tail
swaying at the sun. Sneaking quick snaps
and possibilities for dancing with every
gust of wind. Chasing after the pearlescent
white sky ghosts, tethered only to bowed string.
理 野 靴
解 バ 紐
き ラ よ
な 花 も
い よ し
う
に
Kutsu himo yo moshi no bara hana yō ni rikai kinai
The lace on my shoe
is an intricate wild rose
I can’t understand
緒
に
学
び
ま
” let’s learn together “
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“Chasing after the pearlescent
white sky ghosts, tethered only to bowed string.”
Ah, man. Gonna have to come back to this tomorrow when my brain is more alert and I can do some research. But damn fine images to take to my bed!
That kite tail snapping in the wind! The haiku about the knot and it’s empty- fullness! And what can I say about “chasing after pearlescent/white sky ghosts tethered only to bow strings?”
Exquisite!
Love:
Chasing after the pearlescent
white sky ghosts, tethered only to bowed string.
Thank you pam, the pure white clouds mixed in with the colored ones at twighlight were called ” o’bak’e clouds” when I was growing up.
What does ” o’bak’e mean? I looked the word up and found o’bake means “a thing that changes” or “shapeshifter” in Japanese. Then I went really wild and thought oven baked abbreviated, lol.
Sorry pam. I was using the apostrophe for pronunciation….its obake…. ghost or apparition I think is best translation .
I like shapeshifter a lot…a Ghostbusters kinda that 😀 were 2/3 in and my brain is a tilt-a-whirl….lol….thanks again
So much talent in one poet. I’m so fond of that shoelace.
Thank you. 😊
Your opening line; “Keeper, the way it makes you feel holiness
walking the trail high as an agile kite tail”
Your poem had me at hello with that. Yes!
Thank you 😊 very much.
Lol…love the reference 😀
Ha! Nothing like a Jerry Maguire moment. 😆
That shoelace!
This poems reminds me, in substance and form, of the lanterns people release and the festivals where we let things go from our hands and watch them in awe
Arwen you’re comment is a poem.
Yes, the lanterns at the bon dance glow in my memory. I am so grateful to you for letting me know they came through.
Loving these lines the most of the poem, which is full of good lines:
Keeper, the way it makes you feel holiness
walking the trail high as an agile kite tail
swaying at the sun
Thank you, Bud 😀
These are yummy. Are you sure you weren’t born in Osaka?