hangin’ out
wordless wednesday
Author: brenda
chess
playing their games
on the sly…
pale blue butterflies
~Issa*
at the public library…chess
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a voiceless flower…speaks
A voiceless flower
speaks to the obedient
in-listening ear
~Uejima Onitsura
aspen grove
hot night in the trees-
I’m getting used to it
arm for a pillow
~Issa*
aspen grove
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lake carvings
Upon the Mount of Eagles
The moon shines down-
Seeing it, a man,
Is lost in darkness,
Within his heart.
~The Monk En’i*
lake carvings…red feather lake village
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weekly photo challenge: beneath your feet
the rivers have
an ancient darkness…
cuckoo
~Issa*
Cache La Poudre River’s rocks…inspired by Cheri’s photo challenge: Beneath Your Feet
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thursday’s special: minuscule
carrying a poppy
wordless wednesday
Now, at this
Though I gaze upon the setting sun,
Fond within my thoughts
In the land of Amida, alone,
Is the evening sky.
~Master of the Dowager Empress’ Household Office Toshinari*
*cited:
drifted apart
Having drifted apart,
Why should folk
Despise each other? For
Not known and unknowing
Times there were once before…
~The Monk Saigyo*
poppy
*cited:
summer swinging
swinging on the swing
clutching
cherry blossoms
~Issa*
spring creek park
*cited:
black and white sunday: windows
the way things are…
through my worthless window
days grow longer
~Issa*
Inspired by Lost in Translation
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a meditative journey 
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