Tag Archives: Japan

Little Village

(Poem 335 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/7PxyxF

There’s a little Japanese village
where lanterns light up paths
that wind between neighbors’
dwellings, and rain falls
at just the right time of day,
when everyone’s ready for naps.

There’s miso soup on the stove
and soba noodles in the fridge,
tonkatsu or grilled fish for dinner,
and okayu porridge for anyone
feeling a little under the weather.

@Home Studio – 335th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Japanese Village photos to accompany my poem:

Empathy

(Poem 312 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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I was watching a Japanese show called After School Doctor about a doctor who appears to have a touch of ASD (Autism spectrum disorder) and is demoted for some unknown infraction to playing school nurse at an elementary school. For him, it is demoralizing and unpleasant. He introduces himself by instructing the children to stay away from the nurse’s office. The other adults explain that he means well and does not want them to get sick or injured…surely that is his meaning. The jury is still out on that one, but his gift is getting to the bottom of the root problems with the issues the children bring to him. He treats them as people capable of speaking for themselves, if asked the right questions in the right ways, and doesn’t stop searching until he finds a way to help. If only every medical professional we encounter could be so determined. One case, in particular, is troubling because the little girl keeps coming to the nurse’s office to sleep, falls asleep in class, falls asleep while eating lunch, and no amount of talking has gotten to the heart of the issue. She has gotten in trouble at home for her grades slipping, she has missed events with friends because she slept through their texts, and she has fallen asleep in the middle of a friend’s story, hurting their feelings, as though she found them boring or uninteresting. The kids in her class have begun to accuse her of attention seeking, conveniently falling asleep just before a test or getting out of group work by going to the nurse’s office to sleep. She cannot understand why this is happening and feels unheard, misunderstood, and terrified. Worst of all, in her mind, she is inconveniencing others. She is causing problems for her mother, her teacher, her friends, and the doctor. She has reached the point that she would rather not exist than be such a burden on those around her. She is only about 10 years old, best I can tell. The taunt from her classmates that hurts her most is that she is being a disruption and putting others out. It is such a strange thing to observe a culture where everyone is concerned about how their problems are affecting others and doing so on purpose would be the worst thing imaginable. When the underlying cause of her behavior is discovered to be cataplexy, a symptom of narcolepsy, she is relieved that she can be helped, her life can improve, and she can not only feel better, but stop causing grief for others. Her classmates come to her in tears, begging her forgiveness for their accusations and promising their support and friendship. The children are truly horrified that they falsely blamed her for an illness she could not control and that they were not empathetic to what she was going through. There are other ways of existing as a society and putting each other at the forefront with love, not that Japan has things perfect, I just wish we could pull the best bits and pieces from each culture and make a new one that treats everyone with respect.

@Home Studio – 312th poem of the year

Hinase, Mayu; Hikawa, Kayo. After School Doctor. 放課後カルテ Starring Kôhei Matsushita, Aoi Morikawa, Akira Takano, Chiaki Horan, Chihiro Kato, Sonim, Takashi Tsukamoto, Shinji Rokkaku, Yuta Hiraoka, and Hisashi Yoshizawa, 2024.

Mama Ninja

(Poem 281 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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His mama was a ninja
who went by different names.
She rescued anyone in need,
without hope of gains.

His mama was a ninja,
good with knives and swords and fists,
but she also made the best katsu curry
and gave lovely handmade gifts.

His mama was a ninja
who could scale any wall
and dance across a roof peak
with no risk of a fall.

His mama was a ninja,
a fierce protector cloaked by night,
so he grew up to believe in justice
and always fight for what’s right.

@Home Studio – 281st poem of the year

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My Man is in Japan

(Poem 265 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

(My man in Japan.)

My man
is in Japan
learning what he can
from teachers who understand
that the world is vast, and dreams are grand
for those who are willing to stretch and expand
both body and spirit by making a personal demand
that pliability and fortitude exist when things unplanned
knock us off center, we discover that we are able to withstand
most of life’s assaults with a calm heart, a quiet mind, and an open hand.

@Home Studio – 265th poem of the year

In the Air

(Poem 259 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

My husband is in the air
as I write this. His body is
literally catapulting through
the sky at over 500 miles per
hour and we are all supposed
to act like that is a perfectly
normal thing for a human to
do on a random Sunday night.
I guess it is actually a Monday
afternoon in Japan because
he’s going so fast he’s skipping
most of a day into the future.
Is anything real on this strange
sphere we call home that spins
at 1,000 miles per hour while
circling the sun at 67,000 miles
per hour in our solar system
that is zipping 450,000 miles
per hour around the Milky Way?

@Home Studio – 259th poem of the year

Turtle House

(Poem 212 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Auspicious stone turtles
stand guard, gargoyles of
destiny, good fortune baked
into their shells, assuring the
dwelling longstanding fortune.
The turtles in the pond
fight for bits of mushy carrot,
stale bread, and greens,
unaware of the larger battle
being fought in the sky pond
by Grummans and Warhawks.
The people swim and love,
dream and hope, serve an
emperor or a president who
demands unwavering loyalty,
and wonder when peace will
fill the turtle house again.

@Home Studio – 212th poem of the year (After reading The Turtle House by Amanda Churchill.)

Churchill, Amanda. The Turtle House. Harper Collins, 2024.

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Hametsu

(Poem 168 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Four hunters arrive,
traversing a post-
apocalyptic scene
in feudal Japan.
Their stealth persists
until an enemy Oni
raises an alarm and
the hunters become
the hunted once again.
Each battle, skirmish,
and moment of hand-
to-hand combat brings
them closer to the
arrival of the boss,
a demon monster,
one of many unleashed
by The Cataclysm.
All that waits to be
seen, is who will be
the last one standing.

@Home Studio – 168th poem of the year (after playing with David, Lydia, and Charlotte)

Runner ups for the Hametsu photos to accompany my poem:

Easter Bunny

(Poem 91 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/YeAShn

English pagans gave us the name of the celebration Easter from their goddess Eostre.
Germans gave us the egg-laying bunny, the cutest addition, in my opinion.
Jews gave us the lamb and the traditions of Passover to intertwine.
Christians gave us The Lamb to make it all about.
The Easter lilies, we took from Japan, sometime after WWI.
An Ottoman Sultan’s sweet tooth may have brought future jellybeans in the form of Turkish delight.
A Russian invented Peeps in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.
New Yorkers started the Easter Parade, strolling down Fifth Avenue in their spring fashions after church.
In Malta, they carry Mary through the streets.
In Ireland, they eat a special breakfast.
In Spain, they celebrate for an entire week.
In Italy, they eat bread shaped like a dove.
In the Vatican, the Pope gives a blessing.
In Australia, Easter Bilbies are all the rage.
In The United Kingdom, you must have hot cross buns.
In my house, it’s a Cadbury Cream Egg.
All over the world, through time and place, may your Easter be blessed by family and good fortune.

@Home Studio – 91st poem of the year

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