JL Abbott

@jeshila.bsky.social

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(he/they) poet, writer, and musician haiku every day, WIP books and short stories might talk about games and rpgs, too No AI

雲の下 顔が隠れる 夏の山
three robin eggs inside a nest under a wooden awning
a pink blossom of a chestnut tree, leaves wet from rain
a bough of a red maple tree, seen from above.
a treeline over snow, dotted by bright red cardinals
slick ice covered in sporadic puddles ticking skate blades ever deeper grooves menagerie of families muddle as the rink freezes over to be smooth grey misting clouds dominate the skyline but cheery music plays defiantly children periodic’lly slip supine the lesson imparts self-reliancy yet helping hands are never far away ghosts of which remain instilled in mem’ry clapping, steadying, lifting, they will stay ever in peripheral reverie the reflections engraved so in the ice as in beating hearts, a nostalgic prize
frost on a car window, the pattern resembles stereotypical snowflakes. the morning sky reflects behind the frost.
overcoat and undershirt wear thin the patience of my temperament frigid buried deep beneath my cracked thawing skin the padded sauna warms me up livid chilled bones scrape and claw frozen surfaces breaking their implements, forgone caution as the most important of purposes becomes finishing what needs to be done growing pile of slush beside wetted shoes with no intention to dry out today matches to light up my snow soaked short fuse dampened by sweat underneath skies of grey to disrobe, a temptation alluring frost bitten nose no less assuring
a snow covered sidewalk by a roadside. fresh footprints are visible
feel rough hewn hands against the stone I push how long have I kicked this rock down the road never once have I seen two in the bush and thus I hold in my palm the one stowed this hard place between crushing victory and massive defeat sits on the hill-crest shining brightly bittersweet misery stepping soles of the feet that know no rest the walk back down nearly pleasant compared to the upward slog I shortly resume will the next time be any better fared or once again to gravity subsumed? feign both ignorance and surprise in turn set the stage as the tidal curtain churns
a snow covered patio furnished by a picnic table with attached benches. In the foreground, some trees partially obscure the table.
an even blanket of snow covers a park, the trees bear no leaves and hold snow on their branches
tables outside sit idly by until the warm months return to thaw out the laughter of children under bright skies to play in the grass and dance all about how long frozen over must we suffer was it years ago or merely weeks yet that our own laughs were able to confer this warmth which makes cheeks turn rosy and wet shall we set the table for its return lay each utensil in its proper place arrange candles bright as beacons to burn and leave the door open poised to embrace triumphant joy and gaiety despite the frigid air and table set in white
a forest floor covered in red and brown leaves. trees rise against the cloudy sky.
bright red sumac leaves among other foliage.
a view of orange and yellow leaves from below.
A paved path through the wooded area in Dawes Arboretum.
a cluster of ragweed stands tall in the sunlight
pokeberry bush, several clusters of green pokeberries hang off the bright purple stems
A office building along the Toyohira River in Sapporo. Fireworks can be seen in the glass’ reflection.
a waterfall trickles down a cliff. Trees and shrubs surround the pool at the bottom.
The floor of the subway station at Maruyama, black and white themed tiled display camels, gorillas, crocodiles, and other animals in a simplistic style.
a cluster of bright red verbena flowers
A hotel in Sapporo against the evening sky.
wetland seen from above. An egret and heron are hunting for fish together.
me, wearing sunglasses. standing in front of very tall zinnias
a grasshopper clings to a windowpane behind dusty wood planks
The foothills of west Hokkaido, covered in lush forest and a partly cloudy sky.
A small fox in a parking lot nearby Hokkaido University’s botanical garden.
a heron stands among tall grass at the water’s edge in front of a stone lantern and an ornamental tree.
a stream with a bed full of smooth stones, mossy rocks line the banks
a spiderweb hangs between shrubs and pines in a park
a bed of sunflowers, a bee in a the center of the sunflower in focus.
two pigeons sit atop an izekaya sign
The poem overlaid on a photo from the airplane window. The plane’s shadow is visible in a field as it nears the runway. There are two roads cutting through several plots of farmland.
an area of natural foliage next to a fenced off area of maintained grass
a single petunia blossom grows in a crack between the sidewalk and a crosswalk
a stone paved path, next to a patch of grass. Two armies of ants are locked in a stalemate.
a bee in the center of a flower with white and pink petals
a duck sits on a fence and contemplates the issues horses isolate themselves with underpinning sadness they have to be coaxed out by stern pleading hands the ducks are unemployed no yokes or saddles issued the sheep ignore the world outside the manger madness skulls look down at us the mortal toils of man
smokey the bear’s head and face with white background. underneath him is only the word “please”.
don’t shy away, I want to know what goes on inside your dome I spy away as much as is shown but I don’t read minds as much as a tome of words astray, oh where did they go? I heard you say it, but please, again, slow don’t rue the day, regret has no home at least under my roof safe from the snow I choose to stay, my choice is my own I’d miss you dearly if I went alone don’t shy away, tell me your groans I heard you say it, but please, again, slow
a small pile of dead leaves at the foot of outdoor furniture
ふとふとに　この旅終わった　夕焼けで
曇の上　青海が見り　平穏な
星空や　そよ風が吹き　いい晩だ
山の霧　市の電気まで　見えないね
花が咲き　蜂が働き　美しだ
開き窓で　山脈や見た　美笑顔も
海の日　ウニと鮪を　食べろうか
蝦夷熊の　目が可笑しいだ　近すぎる
古い木や　いろいろ祈り　泣き子供
夏の晩　四人を会った　居酒屋に
焼酎の　味が不味うだ。　スズメバチ