My poems up until today

I'm not a poet, but since I've been here I have been inspired to write a number of poems. Not sure why, but I thought I'd post them here.


Kyoto life

Raven-haired beauty,
Sitting under sparkling electric lights,
Plum wine and pure conversation,
a cool autumn beeze.


October days

Clip-clop of wooden sandals outside my window,
Sound of black rain dancing on the earth,
The cool smell of fall in the air.


Rainy day

Sound of falling rain,
Tantilizing, taunting,
Taking my mind to places it wishes to be,
Yet it is only water falling on the canvas below


Shinto rites

Looking up from my book,
The clack of wooden sticks,
Tradition alive nextdoor.


Dusk in Kyoto

Monks chanting in the fading light,
Modern life with ancient ties,
Paved streets and shinto shrines


The Best of Times

Sitting around a low table,
Chatting cordially with friends,
Life at its best


Morning practice

Leaves blown by the brisk wind,
Steam rising from distant mountain valleys,
The haunting melody of the shakuhachi,
The enchanting sound of the Kamogawa close at hand.