Tonight there is joy
The music of the city
is alive and well
in the hearts and minds of men
cherishing partners always
Tag: emotion
Autumn Tanka

This deep autumn day
brings new possibilities
on a gentle breeze
reminiscent of your touch
to keep me warm in winter
Can I?
Can I?
I ask myself this everyday
Can I?
Be someone proud
Can I?
Be someone who goes to Japan
A dream within a dream
Living outside
An existential crisis
Can I?
Live with being me
A contradiction
Up and down
Travel or no
Paralysed
Frozen inbetween
Can I?
Be a father
A man to lead generations
Children who look up
To the guy who was meant to lead the way
I don’t know
I’m drowning
In indecision
I’m shattered
Pick myself back together
Can I?
Survive the pandemic
Living alone
It’s scary
I feel the weight
Unknown shadows
On my shoulders
Can I?
Be the man
Inside my mind
Samurai
Connection to culture
Can I?
Keep moving
Uncertainty
I cry
Can I?
Breathe
I’m suffocating
Can I?
Live with myself
Can I?
Not be drunk
Making excuses
Can I?
Listen to myself
Find the answer
Can I?
Bear the pain
Move beyond suicide
Can I?
Explore Hokkaido
Eat ramen in an izakaya
Drink sake in a brewery
Be the gaijn in Roppongi
Dance awkwardly to K-pop
Dive into Kyushu
Drinking shochu
Can I?
Lie on a beach in Okinawa
Speak of the habushu myth
In bars with old men
Still trying to get it up
Can I?
Sip awamori
See kame
Melded before me
Can I?
Accept the things
That can’t be controlled
I don’t know
I’m trying
Forgive me
I will
One day
I see the dawn
Rising
Can I?
I can
Completed
A dream
Reality
The life I’m living
At last
I’m here
Peace
I’m living
A feeling
Without fear
Amazing
Clear eyes
Blue skies
The future is bright
Haiku 35

Time is an arrow
with unknown trajectory
aim it at the moon
Haiku 34

A kanzake Autumn
inner warmth, good memories
shared with family
Haiku 32

The proud geisha dances
clouds weeping at beauty
rain falls at her feet
Haiku 23

In shadow of spring
The dove spreads her compassion
peace after lockdown
Yadoru

When I was a boy
My father used to tell me it was a man’s world
And to grow up meant to trade comfort for duty
My mother taught me how to make art
I used to watch her carve kokeshi every day
Their faces marked with funny little grins
Like they were in on a joke that only the two of us understood
And when she died it felt like a part of me went with her
So, I preserved the rest of my childhood inside a kokeshi
Innocence chiseled in wood
Sculpted out of memory
Sometimes, my daughter takes hold of the child I once was
And runs around the garden laughing and yelling
When she squeezes too hard I let her know
And I tell her stories of obaasan
Until the day comes when she’s making figurines for her own family
And we’re all just raw material stacked on shelves
Destined to outlive our bodies
Haiku 19
Haiku 18
You were part of me
Cherished childhood memories
I mourn you deeply