The Geisha—A Sequel

[Lake]

The Geisha—A Sequel

After Sakura plunges
into deep water
Sayuri, too, plunges
into a void. Petals
discolored, mind entombed.

Inevitably, cherry blossoms
drowned as doomed,
while Sayuri incarnated
as Mistress of Chairman—
her new Danna.

Can a nirvana searched
be reached?
Tears of ecstasy
streaming down her eyes,
gray, misty.

Years proceed.

Uprooted and transplanted,
Sayuri and Chairman
now reside in New York City
to shun away from unspoken
gossip over the heir
to the family's property.

Chairman grows weaker
and weaker, and not long,
leaves Sayuri behind.
Like a kite with a broken
string, she's more puzzled
and scared than sad.

What then, is her destiny?
Blown off the branches
Sakura falls and cries.
Oh dear, oh dear.

Grass turns green and brown.
A stunning debut unveils
a slender, short-haired woman.
In an altered black Kimono,
she plays a violin with her
once-Samisen-playing-hands.
Simple grace and delicacy!

In oblivion, her eyes half closed.
Her head slightly throws back and forth.
Her body moves with the bow
that sings on her heart-strings,
mesmerizing the entire audience
with her melody—
"Memoirs of a Geisha".

With a standing ovation
her heart vibrates.

Sakura unfolds and blooms…


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the trouble with poetry is that it encourages the writing of more poetry -- Billy Collins

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WELL DONE MY FRIEND

Can a nirvana searched be reached?

THIS IS THE SENTENCE I DO NOT UNDERSTAND...

searched = quest ???
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Simple grace and delicacy....

delicacy CAN THIS WORD BE USED EXCEPT TO DESCRIBE FOOD?
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With a standing ovation
her heart vibrates.

With = AFTER ???

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Her head slightly throws back and forth.
Her body moves with the bow

HER HEAD GYRATES IN UNISON WITH THE BOW (MELODY) ??
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Discussion make me paying more attention to this second language of ours...



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(A revision is made based on an English friend's suggestion "my only tentative suggestion is to have a more defined tone of restraint (avoiding the directness of exclamations and questions). " Now all questions and exclamations are eliminated.)

As Sakura plunges
into deep water
Sayuri plunges, too
in an affair with a man—
a mere stranger. Petals
discolored, mind entombed.

Inevitably, cherry blossoms
drowned as doomed,
while Sayuri incarnated
as Mistress of Chairman—
her new Danna.

In an ecstasy of joy
tears streaming down
her eyes, grey and misty.

As years drift by...

Sayuri and Chairman
now reside in New York City.

Chairman grows weaker and weaker
and not long, leaves Sayuri behind.
Like a kite with a broken string,
she's more puzzled and scared than sad.

Blown off the branches
Sakura falls and cries.

Grass turns green and brown.
At a concert, a slender
short-haired woman
in an altered black kimono
plays a violin with her
once-Samisen-playing-hands.
Simple grace and delicacy.

Her eyes half closed.
Her head slightly throws back and forth.
Her body moves with the bow
that sings on her heart-strings.

“Memoirs of a Geisha”.

With a standing ovation
her heart vibrates.
Sakura blooms…

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the trouble with poetry is that it encourages the writing of more poetry -- Billy Collins

[kokho]

需要时间　；））

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乒乓、摄影、诗歌

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