Sandwiched between my thumbs, a reed of grass to blow
A crazy duck honk
My 5-year old daughter laughs and asks for me to do it again
And I do, gladly.
Kaito-kun shows me how to make parachutes
From the magenta-colored flowers that grow around Sakurabashi.
We watch them drift below the bridge.
They land on the hot track and ties.
And my son knows how to spin the yellow flowers that look like small bouquets,
Making their blossoms fly like sparks off a pinwheel
I help the old men paste sheets of white with black shodo strokes of
Names, amounts, donation accounts
And it feels good to weave life in this way
Watching the children play
Oh, Gokurakuji
Your poetry
Speaks to me!
7,9,11 gokurakuji house
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What do you call a person who writes poems & takes pictures & puts them together on a blog? A poemographer, that's what. In the "kill two birds" line of thinking, I thought to present 2 of my favorite hobbies, poetry and photography. I hope you, the reader/viewer of this blog, will enjoy what I post here. I am open to your critiques, both positive and negative. I am pretty good about reading and responding to comments. If you have a similar blog, please invite me. Welcome to Poemographer.
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