Flying home under moonlight
In amongst feathers of purple, black and white
The magpie gained a single one
Of ethereal silver
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Artwork found here. Other versions of the above poem:
Flying home under moonlight
The magpie
Now sports
A silver feather
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Flying home under moonlight
In amongst
Purple, black and white feathers
The magpie gained ones of silver
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Lingering embers of a sinking sun
Catch upon a trailing cloud
The sky burns, and burns
In the ashen black sky, moon and stars shine bright, and brighter
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Artwork found here. Alternate version:
Last embers of the sinking sun
Catch upon trailing clouds
In the ashes of an immolated sky
Stars and moon shine bright, and brightly
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Been writing more poetry lately. Let’s see if I can keep doing that.
Beneath the waning azure
Night black ravens fly on
Unaware of their wings
Now adorned with slivers of moonlight
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Art found here. Went for a walk a few days ago and the moon was shining. It was lovely.
Other versions:
Beneath the fading azure
Night black ravens fly
Unaware that their feathers
Have been marked with slivers of moonlight
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Under the waning azure
Night black ravens
Carry slivers
Of rising moon light
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Scraps of mist
Strewn around an old pines’ branches
The oldest
Turns over its thousandth year
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Ancient forever pine,
Snagging, and snagged scraps of mist and cloud
At the peak,
The oldest passes into its thousandth year
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Artwork found here. I dig pine trees.
Still, and still
Stiller, and stiller
Flash of silver
A tumble in red
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Stiller, and stiller
Still, and still
Glint of silver
Stumbling down in red
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Art found here.
Resuing an recent poem layout. Still digging Lone Wolf and Cub
Still, and stiller
Stiller and still
Heron’s beak shatters the water
Smattering of silver scales linger
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Still, and stiller
Stiller, and still
Heron’s beak shatters the surface
Silver scales remain
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Image found here.
Saw a few herons today.
Magpies secret trick
Making black, white and purple
Vanish into
Green
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Artwork found here. Japanese magpies maybe a little different to British Magpies.
Saw a Magpie fly into a tree walking along a canal and saw it disappear amongst the leaves. Also, I’ve noticed that despite the colours of a Magpie, it can be hard to spot them in a tree.
Brazen butterfly
Wheels over the flowers
Paying no heed
To the swifts overhead
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Artwork found here.
Things seen in the woods today: a robin taking a bath, a blackbird, a thrush (maybe), a honeybee and a bumble bee, a wasp, a crane fly, various flies, a bunch of crow/ravens, a bunch of wood pigeons, swifts (maybe – could be swallows – I should learn more about birds) and various butterflies.
From an azure sky, night black raven
Dives down
Plunges into
Shimmering waves of emerald grass
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Artwork found here.
I went for a walk to the woods near my house today and saw a raven (okay, it might have been a crow, but raven does work better in poems as a word) land on a grass field and just disappear in the green. I felt the urge to write about it.
Other things seen in the woods today: 2 grey herons (they made noises two – the first time I’ve ever heard a heron make a noise), ravens, a blue tit, magpies, a squirrel, a deer, a devil’s coach horse beetle, various butterflies and flies. Apologies to any I missed.
Whenever possible, I might write a poem based on happenings in the woods whenever I go there. It’ll be good for getting me to write poetry regularly. And have a record of things I see in the woods overtime.
No wind, no rain, out of season
And yet pinecones
Tumbled and tumbling down
Tengu’s sword skills in fine fettle
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Seen from the east, from the west,
Seen from the south, from the north
One mushroom, seemingly a different colour
One of the 10,000 ways the Tengu amuses itself
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Some alternative versions of the above poems:
No wind, no rain
Yet suddenly
A tumble of pinecones
Tengu testing sword skills
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From the east, from the west,
From the south, from the north
Mushrooms look a different shade
One of the 10,000 ways the Tengu amuses itself
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Apparently, odd things happening in Japanese mountains are called a Tengu’s Business. And I like that. I would like to write more poems about a bored Tengu making mountain mischief.
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