Poets are invited to respond to this boast-shaped stone from the Tama River in Japan. It was given the poetic name “Coming and Going” because the contemporary base, made by Japan’s Harda Kuzu, creates the impression of movement as in water flowing around a ship as it plows forward.
seal in the water
always seems to come and go...
plows forward today
Pat Geyer, US
as the cradle rocks
heavenly music flows…
Hema Ravi, India
in the silence between
ebb and flow
a poem is born
Hema Ravi, India
crescent moon
ploughing through storm clouds
my stream of thoughts
James Young, UK
starboard
a marlin’s story etched
on the old man’s boat
Margaret Tau, US
a stone seashell -
from the darkness within
floating shadows
Zvonko Jurčević, Croatia
the autumn river
meets the sea coming
and going all day long
David McMurray, Japan
complete silence
doesn't stop time -
everything flows
Wiesław Karliński, Poland
forced migration
the rough edges
of a new moon
Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
dinghy on shore
the mother cradles
her hungry child
Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
after the storm…
the empty fishing boat
drifting aimlessly
Natalia Kuznetsova, Russia
the river Styx -
Charon and his boat
never idle
Natalia Kuznetsova, Russia
the river current
on an outside curve
runs faster…
paddling upstream
I steer the slow path
Marilyn Humbert, Australia
hammock in the palms—
afloat on the horizon
the moon like a boat
Monica Kakkar, India and US
two decades apart…
will an upcoming bowstring
mirror Half Moon Bay?
Monica Kakkar, India and US
from a shikārā
crow crowing in a moon night—
the din on the Dal
Monica Kakkar, India and US
the gentle
squeaking sound
still it retains
muse of the breeze
the childhood memories
Pravat Kumar Padhy, India
never returning
the early boomerang
not aerodynamic
Tracy Davidson, UK
sinking boat
another seal
caught in the oil slick
Tracy Davidson, UK
the next shore
evergreen wafting
over the bow
Lorraine A. Padden, USA
flowing water...
I gaze in wonder
at the autumn moon
Neena Singh, India
sepia light
the empty boat fills
with your fragrance:
Neena Singh, India
one by one
we come and depart
crossing over
this dewdrop world
empty-handed
Neena Singh, India