poetry

lens-artists: motion

Though the waterfall
Ceased its flowing long ago,
And its sound is stilled,
Yet, in name it ever flows,
And in fame may yet be heard. ~ Fujiwara no Kinto

Patti invited bloggers to explore the movement of objects or people. Since it is a bit too hot this weekend to go on a photo walkabout, I wandered through some old files. I hope you enjoy.

a bit of pink

pinks–
one is blooming
thanks to the dew ~Issa (haikuguy.com)

Sony RX1003 … f/2.8 1/800s 25.7 80 ISO

autumn

Blow if you will,

fall winds–the flowers

have all faded. ~Gansan (Yoel Hoffman, Japanese Death Pomes)

a moment with Saigyo

it stirs the soul

of even the most indifferent person–

first autumn winds

~Saigyo

weekend sky … 9.25.21

The dark sky dulls my dreamy mind,
The down-dripping rain lingers–
O my tears down falling, longing after thee! ~The diary of Murasaki Shikibu
Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan

Weekend skies with Hammad Ra is

autumn

None calls upon me, or remembers me in my mountain village.
On the reeds by the thin hedge, the Autumn winds are sighing.

~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan

fotd: sun-tipped blossom

Rapidly tonight my boat floats down the river under a cloud-dappled sky. I look into the water; it is as clear as the night. When clouds float past the moon, I seem them floating in the river, and feel I am rowing in the sky.

I think of my love … mirrored so in my heart. ~Tu Fu*