FIBONACCI POETRY

VIRGINIA GOW

Monday, March 14, 2011

JAPAN



JAPAN                                                               
Land of subtle images
Fuel imagination.
Tea ceremony
Master, welcoming guests.
Garden meditations
Stone humility.

Haiku poetry
Precise language.
Ikebana
Perfect floral balance.
Origami
Folding paper art. 

Kimono
Bright flash of colour in grey crowded train.
Nighting-gale painted geisha
Carrying music to her appointment.  
Grey robed monks
Wander down ancient alleys.

White ribbons                                                                        
Devotional duties in temple.
Samurai warriors
In business suits.
Collective mindset
Participating in acute behavior.

Bullet trains
In tune with timetables.
Rapid delivery
Faraway towns and villages.
Hidden smiles
Mountain village with bathhouse.

Communal circle of potters
Around a blazing fire.
Snow laden branches
Shield white mountain path.
Secret healing springs
Guard an epic past.

Land of shrouded paths                                                               
Hushed morning crisp.
Snow monkeys
Frolic in the mountain’s steamy stream.
Breathe escapes in puffs
Like steam from puffing-billy engine. 

Red gates standing in lakes.
Design minimalistic in conception.
Strong guardianship
Bless this land. 
Golden temple
Lined by red and gold wooden pillars.

"All is sweet rhythm.
People silently moving,
Grateful for this time."




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JAPAN


Land of subtle images
Fuel for imagination.

Tea ceremony
Master honouring guests.

Garden meditations
Stone humility.

Haiku poetry
Precise language.

Ikebana
floral balance.

Origami
folding paper art. 

Kimono
Bright flash of colour in grey crowded train.

Nighting-gale painted geisha
Carrying music to her appointment.  

Grey robed monks
wander down ancient alleys.

White ribbons
Devotional duties in temple.

Samurai warriors
in business suits.

Collective mindset
participating in acute behaviour.

Bullet trains
in tune with timetables.

Rapid delivery
to faraway towns and villages.

Hidden smiles
Mountain village with bathhouse.

Communal circle of potters
Around a blazing fire.

Snow laden branches.
shield white mountain path.

Secret healing springs,
guard an epic past.

Land of shrouded paths
Hushed morning crisp.

Snow monkeys
frolic in the mountain’s steamy stream.

Breathe escapes in puffs,
Like steam from puffing-billy engine. 

Red gates standing in lakes.
Design minimalistic in conception.

Strong guardianship
Bless this land. 

Golden temple
lined by red and gold wooden pillars.

Pillars donated by families:
Dynastic rememberence. 

People
silently moving, all in sweet rhythm.

Deeply grateful for this time.

Sunday, March 13, 2011


MY SISTERS OF A DESERT DREAMING.

We gather, as writers in the park,
Sisters of a desert dreaming.
Beckoned to meet at Lion’s Gate
A gate known by many names,
Henry Lawson’s amongst them.
We meet and greet with smiles and hugs.
We wander down pathways to find a shady tree
And nestled down, share a picnic repast, and rosy tea.
Great bats lie vertically in the noonday sun.
Aboriginal maidens swish-swash walk on by, twirling branches of gum leaves.
The men walk by with skin-stockings marked with traditional designs,
They jest with us and give performers’ laughter.
They have just performed for the Governor of NSW at an event,
The launching of a sandstone sculpture that mimics nature’s own.
Batman, in his ranger suit, counts the number of bats in our tree.
A bat’s dropping falls on my hand.
I casually wipe it away. It may carry disease.
Culling time is soon to come, he tells us.
The bats will be blasted with sonic music and they will fly away from here.
Will they spit in fear and spread the dreaded virus where they roost
In some suburban backyard, finding cats, dogs and humans to infect?
Better to bag them up and place them in the bin.
I would rather leave them be, but the date is set for their demise.
We lie on the grass energized by the earth’s magnetic touch.
Talk is of wisdom and worries, chanting exit worries strategies
Peace descends on this edenic masterpiece as we celebrate this day of new beginnings.


Tuesday, March 1, 2011

TRAVEL LIGHT




Learn to travel light!
Tumble-down, turn around life.
Seek hermitic way.


(a simple haiku)