the inner tide—
what moon does it follow?
I wait for a poem
Diane Di Prima
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Wait no more
Visit your brother
Take the drive
Relieve the pressure
I will be ok
Indeed I may thrive
While you do your duty
And I turn to play
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
the inner tide—
what moon does it follow?
I wait for a poem
Diane Di Prima
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Wait no more
Visit your brother
Take the drive
Relieve the pressure
I will be ok
Indeed I may thrive
While you do your duty
And I turn to play
white frost—
the nun’s worn wicker basket
starts the journey
Sono-Jo
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The young woman
There, in place of you
About to start
About to enter
Her own closed order
Just as, so had you
Those several
Months before
That was a day
With a frost on its way
cherry blossoms fallen
people’s hearts
serene again
Koyu-Ni
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In my summer
The first summer leaf
On the blossom tree
In my grain of sand
The first (or latest) deep desire
For transformation
To become who knows who
Yet to do so with life
In all of its many colours
how easily it glows
how easily it dims
the firefly…
Chine-Jo
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Beside the fire
A memory is made
Making the fire
A foundation of life is laid
Now the book of solitude
Now the contemplation
On which we might meditate
after the dancing—
the wind in the pines
and the insect’s cries
Sogetsu Ni
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Yes, I say to play
To become playful
Yet, I know, that to play
Does not come so easy
No, to play
Takes a considerable effort
And as for dancing
Well, I don’t remember the last time
Except there was that charity affair
Down London Road
my birthday—
yellow dust blows in
from China
Masahisa Fukuda
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No big deal
Even in the dust bowls
Life goes on
Some perish
Some thrive
I am
One such survivor
Who feels love tumble down
From the top of the mountain
the spirit, the truth
of silent prayer—
just the moon on the road
Kikusha-Ni
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And so your answer
Is also my answer
Your opening gambit
Is also my first question
Yet it is I
Who am by the harbour
With sailing boats
Ready for salt water
My coffee is black
And seriously strong
My cigarette’s tobacco
Is probably from Virginia
Although it is pervaded
In a gold packet
Bearing the name. of the man
Who founded New York
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the piercing cold—
in our bedroom, stepping
on my dead wife’s comb
Busan Yosa
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Your words
Took away my words
Your emotions
Trampled all over mine
Such that
All there being left
Was the gold dust
Of wherewithal
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moonlight—
a sand dune
shifts
Virginia Brady Young
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Even before the day on the sand dunes
I thought many times
Many, many times
Of moving out
Of moving on
Often invited
Though sometimes not
Often
Overstaying my welcome
Though sometimes not
Raging
In and out
Of a veritable state
Of perplexity
Or ecstasy
the wind
forced to blow
on concrete, steel, and glass
Jack Cain
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Yesterday’s uplifting breeze
Carried with it
Today’s dampening rain
Yet my spirits are lifted
For the farmers and the gardeners
Need their plants, and their lands, to be refreshed
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across the fields of stubble
flame stalks flame
David Cobb
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I have prepared for the fire
With green overalls
And yellow suede, gardening gloves
Yet I am not ready for the fire
First I need another’s validation
That it is the right thing to do
That removal serves a useful purpose
And the building
Which would surely follow
Could become a place of love
For without such assurance
There seems to be little point
In progressing with what could be
A shared-life adventure
The time it takes—
for snowflakes to whiten
the distant pines.
Lorraine Ellis Harr
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In those few minutes
Of making the snowman
On the reservoir wall
In those few seconds
Of placing pebbles
To be perceived as eyes
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a warm fall day,
learning from this rock
to do nothing
Paul O. Williams
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Take no action
Leave nothing done
Or should it be undone
Never at peace
Within, or without
Even the solidity of hope
On top of the rock
Was impermanent
Yet now
Thousands of miles away
On Black Rock Beach
With the emptiness
With the spaciousness
With the miles of sand
With the apparent peace
a stick goes over the falls at sunset
Cor van der Heuval
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Cor Jelier
Where are you now
With your pipe
And your delightful stoicism
Thanks to you I saw the sunset
Both in Jamaica
And also closer to home
Where are you now
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a white lotus—
the monk decides
to cut it!
Buson Yosa
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That found
In that place
Of two
Quite separate
Visitations
One of mud
One of flower
Both fed by the water
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After weeks of watching a roof leak
I fixed it tonight
by moving a single board
Gary Snyder
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My nature, so it seems
Is to sit with my feet in the streams
Where I take my time, to decide
What to say next, or what to do next
Not yet in harmony with myself
I concentrate on the cold water
To make me feel something, anything
Then
As I pull my socks onto my wet white feet
I am thankful
And so the day began
And so the day moved on, at one with itself
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ancient pond—
frog jumps in
sound of the water
Basho Matsuo
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Water has been my life source
Ponds have been my distractions
I have travelled widely on the back of water
Water gave me my trade, which I relied upon
Now water is here to give me calm
I listen to it flowing and cascading
I go to those places where water gifts beauty
Yet I am no wild swimmer
when the spade turns
the soil in our garden—
how different…
Ion Codrescu
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How different indeed
To be able
To plant sixty trees
Over one, wet
Easter weekend
And now to watch
As five Silver Birch
Head skywards
shaking
the packet of seeds
asking, are you still alive?
Kiyoko Tokotumi
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Hope
Carry me
Ladle yourself
Into my pocket
Be there
When I scatter my thoughts
To the four winds
Trust in me
To believe
In the land
On which I stand
A page of Shelley
brightens and dims
with passing clouds
Rod Wilmott
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Already
You have ably assisted
To help me make the first mark
On the blank page
Being so easy to impress
Almost without thought
I looked to copy your words
And so I moved to my bookshelf
Yet, instead of taking a book
My memory took me fifteen years back
To the old vicarage cottage
Which was my B&B for a while
It was safe, secure
A restful place
Where, of an evening
I would often read of the Victorian poets
i catch
the maple leaf then let
it go
John Wills
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I do, or I don’t
Do I, or don’t I?
To let go, what does that mean?
Our past is our past, all of it
It is our food for life
So don’t let go is what I say
Or only let go if you truly want to
But not as some doctrine
Or humbug space
Between the words of truth
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along with spring leaves
my child’s teeth
are coming in
Kusatao Nakamura
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Don’t think of I
Think of you
And how I might help
More so than coincidence
Timing is everything
And thus the loan is approved
The circle
Is always open
But never is it broken
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calmly
he gazes at the mountain—
the frog
Issa Kobayashi
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My ease is elsewhere
In my truth
I cannot deny
My staff is humanity
In my hopes
I cannot lie
My life is with your life
Our purpose is
To continue to try
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