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Dragon, Clouds, Moss

Posted on 3 Days Ago by skyraftwanderer

Lazy swipe of a dragons claw

Rips the grey asunder

Through the gap

Blinding yellow and blazing azure rush on through

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10,000 years of rain tumbled, and tumbling

In the aftermath of a great swipe of a dragon’s paw

Ribbons of grey cloud linger against a great azure sky

Green moss glimmers, and glimmers

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Walls of great, grey clouds squatting, and squatting

10,000 years of rain falling, and falling

Lazy swipe of a passing dragon’s claw

Renders the grey in twain

Endless azure sky and blazing sunlight pass on through

Emerald moss glimmers, and glimmers

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Been a while since I posted some poems. Inspired by a lovely walk with a friend

Artwork found here, here and here.

Wrote quite a few poems for this post. Here are some of the other versions

Lazy swipe of a dragons claw

Cleaves through 10,000 years of rain

Blazing azure sky rushes on through

Glimmering moss bathes in bright sunlight

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10,000 years of rain

Suddenly halts

Lazy swipe of a dragons claw

Unleashes blinding yellow and blazing azure

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Tengu and Magpies

Posted on March 16 by skyraftwanderer

A single swish of a golden fan

Waves upon waves of leaves fill empty branches

Proud tengu lost in brilliant emerald

Forgets the seven magpies

Waiting, and waiting

For a meeting never to happen

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A single swish of a golden fan

In waves upon waves, leaves turn from emerald to crimson

In the majesty of colour,

The proud tengu lost in admiration

Seven magpies gathered in a field

No longer hold their tongues

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Header image found here. Post images here and here.

I’m taking a lot of artistic liberty here. I don’t know if Tengu’s can change the colours of leaves, no idea if they meet up with Magpies (or any birds for that matter). It’s all based on a bus ride when I saw seven magpies in a field and wondered why they were gathered. And then I thought about a tengu turning up late for a meeting and it ran from there.

Moon

Posted on March 10 by skyraftwanderer

Strings of moonlight

Maples leaves twirling and twirling

Silver threads served by crimson edges

Across night black sky, untethered moon drifts and drifts

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Art found here.

Been a while. Hopefully I have more poems ready soon.

Missing

Posted on February 14 by skyraftwanderer

Tomes of poems lose their hold on my gaze

Night black triangles skitter and scatter across fields

Thoughts of you unfurl, and unfurl

Love flowing, and flowing like the Mogami river

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10,000 ancient forever stones

Stoically standing

A girl with dark star eyes and raven black hair

Sings beautiful songs of Galway and emerald hills

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10,000 leaves, layered and layered

Splinter sunbeams in 10,000 directions

Glimmering shards caught in golden hoops

Landing softly on a yellow dress

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Between a slender gap in a

Seemingly endless cascade of roaring neon

Wordless conversation bathed in a stream of moonlight

Chicken katsu curry cools, little by little

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Moonlight pooled, and pooling

On the empty side of the bed

Thoughts of you swirl, and swirl

Lying with you in dream has to suffice

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Happy Valentines Day y’all. Perhaps more so for a certain some one.

Art found here, here, here, here, here and here.

Tengu

Posted on January 23 by skyraftwanderer

Whilst the Yokai natter from branch to trunk

No monks tread these forest paths

No one to spirit away,

A bored Tengu twirls its fan towards the moon

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Writing a bit more recently. Might be getting in a groove.

Artwork found here.

Since this didn’t take too long, here’s how the poem developed:

With no monks

Tengu considers spiriting away the moon

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Spins his fan

In the direction of the moon.

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No monks tread these forest paths

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No one to spirit away,

Tengu twirls its fan towards the moon

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Whilst the Yokai bicker in branches on high

No monks tread these forest paths.

No one to spirit away,

Tengu twirls its fan towards the moon

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Whilst the Yokai natter from branch to trunk

No monks tread these forest paths

No one to spirit away,

A bored Tengu twirls its fan towards the moon

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Writing is fun

Heron

Posted on January 20 by skyraftwanderer

Still and still

Stiller and stiller

In a flash, heaven’s stars ripple, and rippling

Heron too quick for an idle fish

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Still and still

Stiller and stiller

Heron snags a fish in the final embers of the day

Heaven’s stars suddenly shaken, and shaking

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Still and still

Stiller and stiller

Stars and moon suddenly fuzzy

Herons’ vigil at an end

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Watched Boy and the Heron recently. Good stuff.

Artwork found here.

Books

Posted on January 6 by skyraftwanderer

He was stuck in a funk. His life wasn’t going to plan. He wasn’t having the experiences he would have liked or going through the personal growth he wanted to do. He went down the bookstore and looked in the self-help section. Be Yourself, Let Your True Self Bloom, Be The Person You Always Wanted To Be, Live Without Fear and other assorted titles came home with him.

6 months later

He was arrested when police found 27 bodies in his basement.

“But the books told me to be myself” was the man’s only response.

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Maybe sometimes, be someone else.

Beetle

Posted on January 1 by skyraftwanderer

On Elm tree branches high, and higher

One Kabuto Mushi flings another high, and higher

Falling lower, and lower, smack dab on my kanji pad

The illusion of study thoroughly broken

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On Elm tree branches high, and higher

One Kabuto Mushi flings another high, and higher

Haplessly distracted from reams upon reams of study, that beetle

Might as well have flung all of my kanji to the moon

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Felt a bit Nichijou writing these. If you have never seen one or heard of one, this is a Kabuto Mushi. It is my eternal orgami goal to fold a complex one.

Artwork found here.