Japanese Gardens
how natural the
lines falling so
purely as if
with a single
stroke we walk
through the opening
and see space
the white center
composed of sand
and gravel later
a gate opens
to another garden
its lantern and
stone so carelessly
arranged so deliberate
Beauty comes with the experiences of life …
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Yes, of course. We find some. Others come to us.
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🙂
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gardens in general are so peaceful and lovely. asian inspired gardens are even more so. the poem and photos took me there. very nice.
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Back when I seemed to have more spare time, I spent hours in a local garden, absorbing what the day would bring. Hmm. This demands a visit!
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Wonderful poem and photos!
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Thank you, Andreea. The photos are from morguefile.com.
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gravel later, how true. Still, seems a prelude to something.
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Perhaps another garden…
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Reblogged this on mondozeitgeist and commented:
Wabi-sabi
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Thanks for reblogging.
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Beautiful.
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Thanks, Katarina. I appreciate your visits.
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I confess to a love of Japanese gardens Like good poetry they distill the essence. Lovely poem, beautifully matched photos, all in all a wonderful post.
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Thank you. I enjoy matching photos with poetry.
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A beautiful Meditative piece 🙂
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Thanks very much!
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Those lines strike a nice deliberately careless balance.
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Yes, I’m frequently cautiously imbalanced. And on purpose!
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A lovely calm to this, Robert. You are a strong poetic force.
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Thank you, AD. I’m blushing now.
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You’re welcome. I cannot imagine anything I’ve said holding enough power to make you blush, Sir. Humbled. Thank you.
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🙂
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Love your work! Cheers.
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Thank you, Linda.
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Beautiful poem. I especially liked the end, the paradox, “carelessly arranged” and yet “so deliberate.”
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Which can be said of so many things, including gardens and poetry.
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I come across you through my friend DraculVanHelsing. Wow … I love this poem of yours. Reminds me of our garden back at my parent’s place. They have all the stones and laterns everywhere. 🙂
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Thank you very much. Oh, if I could keep a garden…
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The contrast and the textures in the first picture are so striking that I can almost feel the stones, and the green fur on that rock.
And your poem. It paves the way to a place where to-dos aren’t mandatory and deadlines can wait. 🙂
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We don’t need no stinkin’ deadlines! And thank you.
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Iam actually building a Japanese Garden at home, loved your post!!
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How I envy you! Thanks very much.
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Hi, thanks for stopping by. I find your blog very creative & inspiring. Keep up the good work! Best wishes, Ayeh.
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Likewise!
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beautiful … two
doors … deeper than
one into the beauty of
mindless beauty bereft of
words .. and
time …. ks
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Thank you, Kurt. Well said.
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Japanese gardens intrigue me. I spent three years living near Tokyo and since then have enjoyed researching and writing about the country and culture in my fantasy adventures. Since you liked my story Ju-Fu, Paper Magic, you might also like Tengu Prince, Book One in the series: Legends of the Demon Shape Shifters.
May the Year of the Green (Wood) Sheep bring you all the best!
Ledia Runnels
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Thank you. Shapeshifters! Sounds right up my alley.
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You are very welcome, Robert.
Hope you will check out my book on Amazon.com. It’s only .99 right now for the eBook.
Have an awesome week!
Ledia Runnels
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My 12 year old son (http:://viyanpoonamallee.com) loves Japanese gardens. He would love this one.
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They can be breathtaking, can’t they?
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This reminds me of the Ryōan-ji garden in Kyoto.
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Oh, how I would love to visit that garden!
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Robert, if I may say so, your poem is a living embodiment of “lines falling so/ purely as if/ with a single/ stroke we walk/ through the opening/ and see space/ the white center/ composed of sand.” The words may feel like sand in a poet’s mouth–rough or soft, windblown or static-ly piled one grain on the other–but they have a permanence to them . . . like these serene gardens. I am enthralled by your line breaks and enjambment techniques here, and am still pondering that last stanza, polishing it like a stone in my mind, one might say. The more I read the seeming enjambment of “gravel later,” the more I enjoy it. The words are seamlessly flowing here, too, not just solid as a stone. On another (travel) note, the botanical garden in St. Louis, Missouri, has a nice Japanese/tea garden you might like, if you’ve never been. I particularly enjoyed their zig-zag bridge and use of plants such as bonsai and lichens (I think that’s what the correct nontechnical name for the latter bright-green “carpeting”), as well as rocks somewhat similar to what you depict here in words and photography.
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Gosh, Leigh. If I ever need a publicist, or just someone to make my writing sound a lot better than it is, I’ll turn to you! I truly appreciate your kindness and the time you spend on your comments. Many, many thanks. 🙂
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Your work is lovely and very captivating. Please do keep it up!
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Thank you. All I can do is try.
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lovely to read on a deep winter day
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Thank you, Amanda.
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