>Sakura

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you feed me
on raw fish
when our world’s
upside down,
chaos around,
people drown, small
as bugs in the
sink
while forces of
nature
grow tall and
blossoming cherries bleed,
spilling red, white –
hopes like vomit on
shaking ropes,
will they hold?
sing, sing sakura ‘cos
spring
is just ‘round
the corner
miwatasu kagiri – as far as i can see
destruction
kasumi ka kuma ka – like fog, like clouds
descending, tears
blind my eyes,
close to the coast
the giants crack loose
and still
nioi zo izuru – the scent, the colors
of strength in the air
raining rosy,
holding my fear
izaya izaya – let’s go,
let – go,
bow low and pray
for the melting to stop and
you feed me on
sushi
‘til I’m silent, ‘til
I know, hana zakari – blossoming time
is close

Sakura – the japanese cherry blossom is one of the most important symbols in japanese culture. It’s an omen of good fortune, new beginnings, beauty and also a metaphor for the fleeting nature of life.

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51 responses to “>Sakura

  1. >really amazing claudia…for real…took my breath away the first time i read it…the japanese words and the symbolism…top notch all the way…i share the feelings as well…

  2. >Hi! Claudia and Brian…I agree wholeheartedly, with Brian's words…my prayer goes out to all Japanese people and all people who were touched by this tragedy…Like their tree that you have mentioned here the "Sakura – the japanese cherry blossom…" I wish them good fortune, new beginnings, and beauty as they put back the "pieces" Of their life. Thank-you, for sharing!DeeDee 😦

  3. >oh, claudia, I love your heart which shines through your writing always. This one is no exception. beautiful and a pleasure to feast my eyes upon.

  4. >…oh, liebe Claudia…ich bin sprachlos im Blick auf diese Katastrophe… und du findest solche Worte, um etwas Unaussprechbares in ein Gedicht zu formen…Kirschblüten der Hoffnung… Danke!

  5. >It is lovely to see so many sparing tributes for the Japanese this week – one of those moments that, as sad as it is, gives hope for mankind, to see so many coming together over it. And your piece, well, it captures both the extremes: the sadness and the hope, the hope for renewal that nature always brings. Beautiful work, Claudia. A deep and intelligent writer, as ever :).

  6. >what a wonderful time to visit you again… good fortune,new beginnings and beauty are ours for the taking.your lovely poem is so much like a prayer, the fleeting nature of life, to be savored and enjoyed. and we say a prayer for those in troubled waters.

  7. >I am immersed in grief and sadness for Japan. May they accept the message and the blessing of its flower.Beautiful write Claudia. Thank you.

  8. >Exquisite artistry and prayerful structure to attach to the horriblel and haunting images in our minds. Deep, caring, and hauntingly beautiful, Claudia.

  9. >There is a powerful rhythm in this poem. It feels good to read it, espciallly aloud, which all poems should be. The subject matter is timely and dealt with great respect. I tip my hat to this fine poem.

  10. >You moved me to tears reading this like nothing else today. Will the blossom viewing time come again this year? It will but the terrain will be so….different.You have captured very well, the transience of life and the symbol of the cherry blossom….a few days, and gone. Wabi-sabi. Unbalanced, as the Japan we know is right now.

  11. >I LOVE what I read here, Claudia. The promise of a new day, as suggested by the time-honored 'cherry brossom' season. Your wonderful, beautiful poetry makes some sense out of all this chaotic tragedy.There is always tomorrow!PEACE!

  12. >"blossoming cherries bleed…Sing sing sakura."A mourning of such beauty approached and delivered with the humane urgency of an alarm, but fleeting like the passing sound of an ambulance, like the fleeting vision of a falling and bleeding cherry blossom. Exquisite work Claudia.

  13. >What this poem enables — and the few others I've read so far on the Japanese tragedy — is a prayerful communion between souls of one land and another, reaching out to give what we can best: the most carefully petalled poems. You enter the terrible mouth of destruction and re-emerge singing, holding a cherry blossom in your hands — pure as white snow, red as all the blood — a gift which both remembers and heals. So sad, so fine. – Brendan

  14. >Wow, Claudia! What a beautiful and tender tribute. I thought that with the form the cadence might run more quickly and yet you've managed to slow it down and let us savor both sorrow and hope. The words in Japanese are especially intriguing as a poem unto themselves.

  15. >Dear ClaudiaWhat a lovely poetry… I liked your interesting use of Japanese there.. I could relate to your last lines so much.. thanks for sharing…ॐ नमः शिवायOm Namah Shivayahttp://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/whispers-love-and-insignificance.htmlConnect me at Twitter @VerseEveryDay

  16. >Very moving, Claudia.. brought tears to my eyes.. nature's forces may spill over us and drown us in it.. and yet, we can only hope that the next day be a better one… Really beautifully written, my dear.. May peace and Spring find her way in the lives and souls of those in pain..

  17. >Geez, Claudia, no one writes poetry quite the way you do, and it's a tsunami to be swept on your words.May we appreciate this gift of good life we are living.xoxo

  18. >Incredibly beautiful collage of images that evoked so many emotions. I have the chills. Such a tragic time for a beautiful country. I love your poetry, Claudia.

  19. >this left me speechless…i am too much of an amateur to speak in detail about your poetry but it flowed knitting its own warps and wefts…thank you so much for taking the time out to stop by my page…of course i am adding you…

  20. >Your rhythm is always amazing. I could probably spend all day on your site if I didn't have a zillion other things that have to be done. Beautiful piece. It's things like this that make tragedies, though most deffinitely unwanted, have purpose. Thank you.