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Haiku poems composed during the West Japan Explorer tour November 2008
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Ingrained memories
Poisonous fugu
It didn't blow me away
But we all survived
Does a clean liver
Mean you live a cleaner life?
Check with the blowfish
Alison
Expecting warm sun
But I met rain and back pain
Yet I still like late fall
West Japan differs
Forests and sea are part of life
I am glad I came
Steve
Everywhere that we look
Camellia, persimmon
Cedar and bamboo
Not thunder, only tired
Rumbling hikers' snores
Felt in the hut
Toes grip the bamboo
Two natural resources
Of use to us yet!
See the crater? No!
The planet's naturally force
Hidden by the mist
Patrick
Red, gold, smoky light
Doe grazing, stream bubbling
Scent of earth. Content!
Rain taps, floating dream
Autumn moon hung on Yari
Moist eyes, life drifts on
Dancing bonito
Fugu, sweet crab, green roe. Yum!
Foodie's paradise
Chie
Hiking in Japan
Every step, each new pathway
Brings new surprises
Zenzo, straw slippers
Cold water, hot toilet seat
Ahh! What a relief
The road to Aso
Forest of delicate trees
Swaying with the wind
Rainy day, wood steps
Boulders with rope, wild tree roots
Tired legs, bad knee
Bonni
The shaved bonito
Is dancing on my dinner
Does it live again?
Big station, big crowds,
But two to minutes to change trains
Bob, where is your flag?
Toothless grandma smiles
Makes udon noodles by hand
Laughing with gaijin
Wonderful dinner
This time seventeen courses
What is that , brown stuff?
Don
Fresh sea scent, white clouds
Rainbow shines through misty skies
Ginger bursts on my tongue
New Takatsuka hut
Toto beckons, onsen sings
Snoring symphony
Five coins. Three bows. Clap.
Refab charms, printed prayers
Come enlightenment
Train stops, doors open
Entering, laughing … quick, sit!
Platform vanishes
Pat
We ate the fugu
We drank the sake
We woke the next day
A volcano seen
Bonni walking like a duck
Steve rolling down hill
Japanese bathing
A community affair
Naked like babies
A thousand steps up
To see an old cedar tree
A thousand steps down
Jonathan
In Yakushima ~
Days in which live
Moving through the countryside
Running through the fields
Jonathan
Will the falling rain
Wash away the pain we feel
In Hiroshima?
Ah! Yakushima, ah!
Red on green on red on green
Hibiscus flowers
A sobering thought
Yankee Noodle Dandy
Izumo soba
Bob