Sakura - Cherry blossoms.

I felt like writing a beautiful peice about Japan and it's purity, beauty, perfection and style. Hope you enjoy. - 03 November 2005


Sakura.

There is nothing like watching the
Sakura fall onto the shallow cobbles –
Or the bamboo grass turning white.
As those cherry blossoms are trampled
By the horses tread and cart:
The ever-falling rain will begin –
And the tears are carried.
Dark and grey the clouds will turn -
And the cicadas will no longer churn.
The start of a new day.
Pink Sakura obscure the floors –
Amongst the healthy bamboo grass.




Poetry by John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2005-11-03 at 08:40

Tags Beauty  Warm  Calm 

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Mirlinda K.
this is totally beautiful
and i love sakura
2012-11-24


Doreen Cavazza
This is absolutely beautiful! The read is so breathtaking and the imagery is so clear it seems you can just reach out and touch it. A very enjoyable read.
2011-03-03


Nancy Sikora
The images are beautiful and the Sakura metaphor so very Japanese.
2011-01-07


Mklnay
Evokes such a lovely, slightly heartbreaking picture. The pictures of Japan in Sakura season are always so beautifully pink. ;) Loved this.
2010-11-21


Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
This is beautiful, I am fascinated by Japan and the strangely contradictory people who are the Japanese. Did you know there is a bank in Japan called the Sakura Bank? Odd, to call a bank after blossoms!
I thought this poem encapsulated the ethos of Japan. Thank you!
2010-11-20


Daybreaker
Beautiful in deed!

A suggestion, after the - and new line, start it with a small letter.

My english is horrible... ;)

Hope you understand what I mean.

It's a beautiful text - suddenly I'm in Japan! =) Though I live in Sweden... =)

Thanks.
2005-11-03


penfold18
well done john,as one who has had first hand knowledge of japan you have captured the beauty of the moment.
2005-11-03