I am a drop of dew
Hanging from a leaf
Yet I am not unrestful
For on this branch I seem to have existed
From before the birth of the world.
~ Izumi Shikibu (Diaries of court Ladies of Old Japan)
Image for week 1: Story Telling: Self-Portrait (take a picture that tells us who you are, without actually showing your face) submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52 week photography challenge
… You press your mind, your forehead, against the beginning of a book, the cool cover of it, appreciating its impenetrability. It is rectangular and thick, heavy enough to stop a bullet or press a leaf flat. It will, you think, never let you through. And then you begin to lean into it, applying little attentive pressure, and the early pages begin to curl back with a soft, radish-slicing sound, and you’re in. You’re in the book. The thick, segmental chapters fan out into their component pages, and each turned page dematerializes itself, once read, into the fluent, cajoling voice its words carry. …When you reach the last sentence, there rests under you left thumb a monolithic clump of paper through which, it seems, you could not possibly have traveled. ~N Baker (preface), A Book of Books
Not for stilts
but as a cane
bamboo serves me now,
I who call to mind
the games of childhood.
~Saigyo (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Will you turn toward me?
I am lonely too,
this autumn evening.
~Basho (F. Bowers, The Classic Traditions of Haiku)
I felt compelled to update this earlier post to invite you to visit LdG luciledegodoy who earlier noted my image inspired her to post a photograph she created a few days ago. I invite you to hop on over to visit her post and while there listen to Eva Cassidy’s wondrous voice and the story of her life.
once green, now fading yellow
a beautiful leaf
all by itself in autumn
The rules to the Seven Day Photo Challenge challenge are, “…is one black and white photo from your own life each day for seven days. No people depicted, no words of explanation. Invite one other person to join each day.”
Since I’m uncomfortable with the process of inviting others to join, I will extend the invitation from Emilio to those who let me know they would like to join.
Is it because you always hope, my heart,
that I always light a lamp
in the orange twilight?
Women Poets of Japan
K Rexroth & I Atsumi
a single leaf falls
then suddenly another,
stolen by the breeze