i was brave when facing this spider, until I learned that within its name was the word, "Jumping"
What’s in a Name? [Kyōka]
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Swallowtail [Kyōka]
a swallowtail lands; crashed into by another, it doesn't flinch; ten feet away, I lean in and it flutters away
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The Murder [Kyoka]
a murder of crows
congregates on the concrete,
and I feel angst.
sure, I’m smarter than a crow…
but smarter than the murder?
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Belly Wisdom [Kyōka]
the snake feels my footfalls through its belly, and i, too, feel its movement in my belly
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Hawk Kyōka
I watch the hawk as it sits, watching me It turns away first, knowing I can't reach it nor see it as it sees me
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POEM: Humbling Rest [PoMo Day 12 – Kyōka]
panting, i sit on a rock, beside the trail, watching porters pass loaded with logs and plywood -- followed by cows, and goats, and...
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A Kyōka on Uninhabitable Islands
Three Kyōka of Animal Aggression
I
three monkeys
look down from a high branch;
one throws a pit;
a tourist dodges left,
right into the pit’s path
II
a goose struts,
then wheels about – wings flaring –
Karate Kid,
but standing on both legs —
feint with foot, jab with beak
III
a llama
spits in some poor girl’s face
as if she
were Hitler or Kim Jong-Un
classy, Llama, real classy
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Three Ugly Kyōka
I
a gnarled branch
twists its sinewy limb
from a crag;
its grotesque beauty
reminds me of me
II
reflections
on the rice paddies
show the sky
in an angry gray,
but dampen its scowl
III
glacier melt
leaves a great scar
gouged in the earth;
the gray and brown wound
looks like man’s doing
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Three Kyōka
I
the post-perched bird
remains still, but for its eyes,
which dart about —
below, fish shoot and jink,
thinking the post oddly shaped
II
the mountains reflect
off of that glassy lake
with such clarity;
all know which mountains are true
except for the fishes
III
behind the barracks,
some local women gather
to bath at the well.
he pretends not to look
they pretend not to be seen
