/lit/ - Literature

>Nothing has changed:
>the moon over Ten-hundred-foot Mountain.
>Five hundred previous lives unborn
>—who are you ?

Can /lit/ answer this question?

>Nothing has changed:
>the moon over Ten-hundred-foot Mountain.
>Five hundred previous lives unborn
>—who are you ?

Can /lit/ answer this question?

first part of the first poem i've ever written, lacks any real substance as of now but the ideas develop slowly (the poem will be much longer in full I think). if you're familiar with noh theatre, this poem draws lots of inspiration from the art. trigger warning: spooky ghosts (just a hint).

Sleepless waves cast a mist of blue-gray
on the shore; on its sands, cloaked in dew
stood the wandering priest Minoru, who
beheld the diffuse moonlight of the bay.

Drifting, pale above the eastern coast,
white winds carried whispers of a ghost whom
like the mist, strew his shade blue
where Minoru now awaited this host.