Written for: Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #53 - Beautiful Words
(Posted by Rommy)
"Hello Word Artists and Admirers! In Japanese tea ceremony, it is customary to give your tools special poetic names. Part of the ceremony usually includes sharing the names of any special objects with your guests. The tea scoop used should have a name that reflects the season or time of year.
Since many of us students don’t have fancy scoops with special names, we’ll often just pick a name that works. For instance, in my last lesson of 2020, I called my tea scoop toshiwasure, which means ‘forget the year’.
For this week’s prompt, I’ve selected a few poetic names from Bruce Hamana Sosei’s book, 100 Beautiful Words in The Way of Tea. Pick the English version of one (or more if the mood hits you) to shape your words around."
Zuiun – clouds that predict good fortune
Shitamoe – plants sprouting under last year’s dried grass or under
Hatsuyume – the first dream of the new year
Uzumibi – buried fire
Ryokuin – green shadows (sunlight filtering through green leaves)
Hotaru-gari – go searching for fireflies
Tsuki-koru – the moon freezes
He walks and talks
smile. People see
a happy man sharing
joy with the world.
No one see the effort,
of his mouth to lock it
into position. No one
knows the rage he carries
in his heart. I call
his smile Buried Fire.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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I think of domestic abuse in your poem.
Some people are better off making pretend than showing their inner feeling.
I like the propped and locked smile, aptly named Buried Fire.
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Ooh, that feels quite menacing.My mind went exactly where Debi’s did.
… as my mother used to say ‘stop frowning your face will freeze that way’ …. same might be said for locked and buried fire.
My mother said the same thing.
“Buried fire” I love that
Nice to know he hides it, hopefully in private too. How many people might we see smiling that are raging inside. I think they need to talk to someone about that.
Those are the people who do not seek help.
This country has been smoldering in lies and vitriol for 4 lllloooonnnng years — time to light the fire of truth and unity!
Oooooh! That is a very intriguing use of the prompt.
Thanks so much, Rommy!