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Poems with no home

Updated on January 3, 2010

Have had poems lying dormant on my hard drive. They needed a home, so I've moved them here. I can never decide whether I like my poems or not! If you read them I hope you like them.


Three poems made from memories of Japan.

Sakura (Cherry Blossom)

a gathering crowd swept in corners

on temple yard paths

by ancestral graves

pushed in a breath on a blade of grass

lost moments of bliss

like fine rain falling

like questions unanswered

left in a cerebral room

waiting for remembrance to set them free


Zen archer

our legs were bitten watching Zen archers through the trees

we watched and were caught by the wait for the arrow to fly

and in the silent moves in the dress of long ago

each still taut moment repeats

winning freedom in discipline

and in the end

the arrow flies

the mosquito drinks.

Cello Man

somewhere in the eyes of cello man lost in life on the Tokaido line

was the flicker of us all

in the terrapin’s snout above the surface of the water

in the spider’s red and yellow legs on its web

in the morning snake across the tarmac road

and in other cherry blossom

the jewel eyed centre of it all

in Gotenyama Heights apartment party

your eyes shone a teary glint on black iris before your Western audience

bowing across the strings of the great man made of wood

fingers around the long neck

ducking and plucking

your sound was inexpert but pure

the sound of air escaping a tight space

the squeeze of shoulders in the train

and your office space

you in your necktie and suit

just a salariman playing cello one Saturday night

we had ears to listen

and we heard, man, we heard you…


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    • hotspur profile image

      hotspur 7 years ago from England

      Thanks, Petra, appreciate your comments! Yes it had crossed my mind to divide them into Japan and London poems. Thanks again!

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      Petra Vlah 7 years ago from Los Angeles

      I really enjoyed reading all those great poems; Cerry Blossom took my breath away.

      Since all of them are so emotionally and intellectually challenging maybe posting them one at the time will be even more enjoyable. Thank you so much

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      hotspur 7 years ago from England

      Hey, you're very kind. Thanks for the comments.

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      brandonfan 7 years ago from Mid West

      Oh I love this collection of poetry Hotspur! Especially Zen Archer! Awesome! I'll be reading!

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      hotspur 8 years ago from England

      Thanks Mickey Dee, glad you enjoyed them.

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      Micky Dee 8 years ago

      I could see, hear, smell, and feel the moments. Nice!

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      hotspur 8 years ago from England

      Glad you liked the orphanage! thanks for the comments, much appreciated.

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      MFB III 8 years ago from United States

      Excellent gathering for these orphans, loved to comparision to arrows and misquitos, also the line: with the smell of pissed on cardboard alleyways, so descriptive that my nose crinkled. ~~~MFB III

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      hotspur 8 years ago from England

      Thanks for the comment...I like them a little better now!

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      Denny Lyon 8 years ago from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA

      Well, I like them! Well done, so delightful they draw you right in to being there with you while you are experiencing the moment.