A collection of poetic images by James Woodham. (For an earlier posting of James’s rendering of Lake Biwa in poetry and photography, please see here.)
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papers on the desk
blown by the wind that blows leaves
on the hillside now
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Plato’s ideas –
discussion suddenly stopped
by windborn blossoms
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the baby mantis,
stretching one leg all the way
to the next petal
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Osawa-no-ike
clouds on the pond
a murmur of voices
ducks float slowly
over trees the wind quivers
a fish rises
ripples the mountains
trees spill birdsong
white egret landing
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Veloce
Crossing my legs in the cafe,
my pocket tilted, coins fell,
jingling the wooden floor.
Salaryman beside me unflinching,
locked with his business finger
into cell phone dream time.
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Memory?
Yes,
but
also fact –
for I am
still
standing
there
before
the rocks
in the
garden
hills
beyond.
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