A collection of poetic images by James Woodham.  (For an earlier posting of James’s rendering of Lake Biwa in poetry and photography, please see here.)

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papers on the desk
blown by the wind that blows leaves
on the hillside now

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Plato’s ideas –
discussion suddenly stopped
by windborn blossoms

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the baby mantis,
stretching one leg all the way
to the next petal

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Osawa-no-ike

clouds on the pond
a murmur of voices

ducks float slowly
over trees the wind quivers

a fish rises
ripples the mountains

trees spill birdsong
white egret landing

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Veloce

Crossing my legs in the cafe,
my pocket tilted, coins fell,
jingling the wooden floor.

Salaryman beside me unflinching,
locked with his business finger
into cell phone dream time.

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Memory?
Yes,

but
also fact –

for I am
still

standing
there

before
the rocks

in the
garden

hills
beyond.

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