jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

look down/not up…(a tanka-ish reflection on cherry blossoms)

look down not up
the cherry blossoms
but petal shreds on grass
no memory of our mornings
the tea cup cools that soon

…disjointed from the brevity of the cherry blossoms. The clouds of pink now but litter on pavements. On twigs, brownish shoots have edged out the blosoms. I haven’t recharged my camera to catch the glory of it. What has come in between that seemed so compelling turns out nothing but worn out routes I can’t stop trudging into mindlessly. Ahhh, this life we live to miss what we should not too soon.

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April 14, 2011 - Posted by | poetry, reflection, tanka | , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

2 Comments »

  1. Very much like your thoughts here…

    Comment by contemplativemoorings | April 16, 2011 | Reply

    • I’m glad you do lime my ‘contemplative moorings’! Thanks again for coming by!

      Comment by alee9 | April 16, 2011 | Reply


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