Sanaヨルニナクトリ
@sana369.bsky.social
俳句、短歌、散文、海、灯台、
草、木々、キッチン、遠くに住む友、
I compose tanka, haiku, and senryu in my native language. Occasionally, I weave humble words in simple English.
#tanka #haiku #senryu #poetry
草、木々、キッチン、遠くに住む友、
I compose tanka, haiku, and senryu in my native language. Occasionally, I weave humble words in simple English.
#tanka #haiku #senryu #poetry
If everything my eyes behold is a part of me,
Then all things and all beings are dearly loved.
Those basking in the summer sunlight,
Tourists from far-off lands,
The dusty clamor of the city streets,
Seagulls gliding past the window,
Silvery wings that carve the sky,
Then all things and all beings are dearly loved.
Those basking in the summer sunlight,
Tourists from far-off lands,
The dusty clamor of the city streets,
Seagulls gliding past the window,
Silvery wings that carve the sky,
July 7, 2024 at 5:53 AM
If everything my eyes behold is a part of me,
Then all things and all beings are dearly loved.
Those basking in the summer sunlight,
Tourists from far-off lands,
The dusty clamor of the city streets,
Seagulls gliding past the window,
Silvery wings that carve the sky,
Then all things and all beings are dearly loved.
Those basking in the summer sunlight,
Tourists from far-off lands,
The dusty clamor of the city streets,
Seagulls gliding past the window,
Silvery wings that carve the sky,
February 15, 2024 at 8:43 AM
February 15, 2024 at 1:51 AM
青い硝子の小瓶に入った液体は
ただの水で
何かの枝が挿してあり
生きるのに疲れた枝が
ため息をつくたびに
生への執着のような根が伸びた
色々な知識を持った人へ
この水を飲んだら
安心して眠れますか？
February 14, 2024 at 1:25 PM
青い硝子の小瓶に入った液体は
ただの水で
何かの枝が挿してあり
生きるのに疲れた枝が
ため息をつくたびに
生への執着のような根が伸びた
色々な知識を持った人へ
この水を飲んだら
安心して眠れますか？
I wept, burying my face in the wall of an ancient church.
Vines cascading down embraced my shoulders.
Tearfully, I wished to be buried within the wall.
The vines nodded in pity.
The boundary between body and wall grew ambiguous.
Unseen and unjudged,
I vanished.
I erased myself.
#poetry
Vines cascading down embraced my shoulders.
Tearfully, I wished to be buried within the wall.
The vines nodded in pity.
The boundary between body and wall grew ambiguous.
Unseen and unjudged,
I vanished.
I erased myself.
#poetry
February 14, 2024 at 1:08 PM
I wept, burying my face in the wall of an ancient church.
Vines cascading down embraced my shoulders.
Tearfully, I wished to be buried within the wall.
The vines nodded in pity.
The boundary between body and wall grew ambiguous.
Unseen and unjudged,
I vanished.
I erased myself.
#poetry
Vines cascading down embraced my shoulders.
Tearfully, I wished to be buried within the wall.
The vines nodded in pity.
The boundary between body and wall grew ambiguous.
Unseen and unjudged,
I vanished.
I erased myself.
#poetry
February 9, 2024 at 12:40 PM
February 8, 2024 at 4:33 AM
January 27, 2024 at 12:21 PM
Beneath the rusted faucet in the garden,
A small dish is placed to collect water.
On the first day, a sparrow came to visit.
On the second day, a white-eye arrived, observing but not drinking.
On the third day, a bulbul came and joyfully bathed.
On the fourth day, a dove silently came, drank,
A small dish is placed to collect water.
On the first day, a sparrow came to visit.
On the second day, a white-eye arrived, observing but not drinking.
On the third day, a bulbul came and joyfully bathed.
On the fourth day, a dove silently came, drank,
January 26, 2024 at 1:40 AM
Beneath the rusted faucet in the garden,
A small dish is placed to collect water.
On the first day, a sparrow came to visit.
On the second day, a white-eye arrived, observing but not drinking.
On the third day, a bulbul came and joyfully bathed.
On the fourth day, a dove silently came, drank,
A small dish is placed to collect water.
On the first day, a sparrow came to visit.
On the second day, a white-eye arrived, observing but not drinking.
On the third day, a bulbul came and joyfully bathed.
On the fourth day, a dove silently came, drank,
January 25, 2024 at 10:06 PM
Because I gaze at the moon,
The moon exists there.
When I avert my eyes from the moon,
Returning my gaze to a half-read book,
The moon disappears.
The moon contained within the universe of me.
Everything exists,
Simultaneously,
Yet, nothing exists.
The moon exists there.
When I avert my eyes from the moon,
Returning my gaze to a half-read book,
The moon disappears.
The moon contained within the universe of me.
Everything exists,
Simultaneously,
Yet, nothing exists.
January 25, 2024 at 11:13 AM
Because I gaze at the moon,
The moon exists there.
When I avert my eyes from the moon,
Returning my gaze to a half-read book,
The moon disappears.
The moon contained within the universe of me.
Everything exists,
Simultaneously,
Yet, nothing exists.
The moon exists there.
When I avert my eyes from the moon,
Returning my gaze to a half-read book,
The moon disappears.
The moon contained within the universe of me.
Everything exists,
Simultaneously,
Yet, nothing exists.
January 24, 2024 at 7:44 PM
January 24, 2024 at 5:47 AM
January 24, 2024 at 5:39 AM
As women, as the years pass, everything tends to align.
Gaze and appearance,
Thoughts and feelings,
And even the company we keep.
All comes together consistently,
gradually becoming more enjoyable.
I've been gazing at the vast ocean
beyond your knowledgeable expression,
for a long, long time.
#詩
Gaze and appearance,
Thoughts and feelings,
And even the company we keep.
All comes together consistently,
gradually becoming more enjoyable.
I've been gazing at the vast ocean
beyond your knowledgeable expression,
for a long, long time.
#詩
January 24, 2024 at 4:53 AM
As women, as the years pass, everything tends to align.
Gaze and appearance,
Thoughts and feelings,
And even the company we keep.
All comes together consistently,
gradually becoming more enjoyable.
I've been gazing at the vast ocean
beyond your knowledgeable expression,
for a long, long time.
#詩
Gaze and appearance,
Thoughts and feelings,
And even the company we keep.
All comes together consistently,
gradually becoming more enjoyable.
I've been gazing at the vast ocean
beyond your knowledgeable expression,
for a long, long time.
#詩
I might be a moth flying into the dark night.
There's no choice but to head towards you, the candle.
Without looking back.
In the flickering flames, I hear a faint voice calling my name.
Our entire lives.
Once we've met, what other answers could there possibly be?
#poetry
There's no choice but to head towards you, the candle.
Without looking back.
In the flickering flames, I hear a faint voice calling my name.
Our entire lives.
Once we've met, what other answers could there possibly be?
#poetry
January 24, 2024 at 4:36 AM
I might be a moth flying into the dark night.
There's no choice but to head towards you, the candle.
Without looking back.
In the flickering flames, I hear a faint voice calling my name.
Our entire lives.
Once we've met, what other answers could there possibly be?
#poetry
There's no choice but to head towards you, the candle.
Without looking back.
In the flickering flames, I hear a faint voice calling my name.
Our entire lives.
Once we've met, what other answers could there possibly be?
#poetry
I'm always in the forest,
Gazing at trees endlessly.
If you're a bird with an overview,
I'm a pitiful creature, soaked in sap.
Feathers wet, unable to fly with a heavy frame,
So, with your beak, at least take me away.
Devoured by you, I'll finally see the forest.
#poetry
Gazing at trees endlessly.
If you're a bird with an overview,
I'm a pitiful creature, soaked in sap.
Feathers wet, unable to fly with a heavy frame,
So, with your beak, at least take me away.
Devoured by you, I'll finally see the forest.
#poetry
January 23, 2024 at 9:52 PM
I'm always in the forest,
Gazing at trees endlessly.
If you're a bird with an overview,
I'm a pitiful creature, soaked in sap.
Feathers wet, unable to fly with a heavy frame,
So, with your beak, at least take me away.
Devoured by you, I'll finally see the forest.
#poetry
Gazing at trees endlessly.
If you're a bird with an overview,
I'm a pitiful creature, soaked in sap.
Feathers wet, unable to fly with a heavy frame,
So, with your beak, at least take me away.
Devoured by you, I'll finally see the forest.
#poetry
Pretending to seek comfort from you,
As I slept,
Did tears flow?
No longer ashamed,
Yet sorrow lingers.
Amidst the daytime darkness,
I kissed you,
Invited by the night's light,
creatures gather.
The waning crescent moon
rises at midnight,
Tears of birds flying
through the universe.
As I slept,
Did tears flow?
No longer ashamed,
Yet sorrow lingers.
Amidst the daytime darkness,
I kissed you,
Invited by the night's light,
creatures gather.
The waning crescent moon
rises at midnight,
Tears of birds flying
through the universe.
January 23, 2024 at 9:40 PM
Pretending to seek comfort from you,
As I slept,
Did tears flow?
No longer ashamed,
Yet sorrow lingers.
Amidst the daytime darkness,
I kissed you,
Invited by the night's light,
creatures gather.
The waning crescent moon
rises at midnight,
Tears of birds flying
through the universe.
As I slept,
Did tears flow?
No longer ashamed,
Yet sorrow lingers.
Amidst the daytime darkness,
I kissed you,
Invited by the night's light,
creatures gather.
The waning crescent moon
rises at midnight,
Tears of birds flying
through the universe.
Yesterday, I wasn't here,
Tomorrow, I won't be here.
Forgotten bookshelves,
A neglected botanical guide,
Search for the page with a bookmark.
If I'm not there,
Please forget
The promise to go to the movies.
#poetry
Tomorrow, I won't be here.
Forgotten bookshelves,
A neglected botanical guide,
Search for the page with a bookmark.
If I'm not there,
Please forget
The promise to go to the movies.
#poetry
January 23, 2024 at 12:03 PM
Yesterday, I wasn't here,
Tomorrow, I won't be here.
Forgotten bookshelves,
A neglected botanical guide,
Search for the page with a bookmark.
If I'm not there,
Please forget
The promise to go to the movies.
#poetry
Tomorrow, I won't be here.
Forgotten bookshelves,
A neglected botanical guide,
Search for the page with a bookmark.
If I'm not there,
Please forget
The promise to go to the movies.
#poetry
Cookies with a touch of sea salt
And hot coffee
A distant lighthouse from days of old
And a musty yet nostalgic melody
The master of the seashell in my palm
Long vanished in times long past
"I give you my home,"
Since then, I can't leave this place
#poetry
And hot coffee
A distant lighthouse from days of old
And a musty yet nostalgic melody
The master of the seashell in my palm
Long vanished in times long past
"I give you my home,"
Since then, I can't leave this place
#poetry
January 23, 2024 at 7:35 AM
Cookies with a touch of sea salt
And hot coffee
A distant lighthouse from days of old
And a musty yet nostalgic melody
The master of the seashell in my palm
Long vanished in times long past
"I give you my home,"
Since then, I can't leave this place
#poetry
And hot coffee
A distant lighthouse from days of old
And a musty yet nostalgic melody
The master of the seashell in my palm
Long vanished in times long past
"I give you my home,"
Since then, I can't leave this place
#poetry
January 20, 2024 at 11:30 PM
To disperse loneliness,
Cultivate the garden soil,
Making it soft.
Take the desired branches to increase,
Insert them into a cup.
Acquire a new notebook,
Write words.
On a small screen,
Watch movies all night.
Always thinking somewhere in the heart,
This isn't it.
#poetry
Cultivate the garden soil,
Making it soft.
Take the desired branches to increase,
Insert them into a cup.
Acquire a new notebook,
Write words.
On a small screen,
Watch movies all night.
Always thinking somewhere in the heart,
This isn't it.
#poetry
January 20, 2024 at 5:46 PM
To disperse loneliness,
Cultivate the garden soil,
Making it soft.
Take the desired branches to increase,
Insert them into a cup.
Acquire a new notebook,
Write words.
On a small screen,
Watch movies all night.
Always thinking somewhere in the heart,
This isn't it.
#poetry
Cultivate the garden soil,
Making it soft.
Take the desired branches to increase,
Insert them into a cup.
Acquire a new notebook,
Write words.
On a small screen,
Watch movies all night.
Always thinking somewhere in the heart,
This isn't it.
#poetry
The night is so harsh because I forgot the softness of lips.
The moon is so cold because it’s the sin of forgetting
The universe was in your arms.
#poetry
The moon is so cold because it’s the sin of forgetting
The universe was in your arms.
#poetry
January 20, 2024 at 5:14 PM
The night is so harsh because I forgot the softness of lips.
The moon is so cold because it’s the sin of forgetting
The universe was in your arms.
#poetry
The moon is so cold because it’s the sin of forgetting
The universe was in your arms.
#poetry
ずっと見ていたいと言われ
見られてた
水槽の中の海月の吐息
（しながわ）
見られてた
水槽の中の海月の吐息
（しながわ）
January 15, 2024 at 12:38 PM
ずっと見ていたいと言われ
見られてた
水槽の中の海月の吐息
（しながわ）
見られてた
水槽の中の海月の吐息
（しながわ）