SAMURAI POETRY
All Cherry Blossoms are Perfect
An epiphany inspired by an imperfect movie
I don’t want to wait until I die to realize all cherry blossoms are perfect Whether withered, blighted, nipped in the bud, wind-frayed, faded, unfurled as enigmatically as tonight’s foggy sky, as unexpectedly as a sneeze, yellow watermelon, or green flash at sunset
Whether what now, this morning, arises is this poem, your turn of phrase, an enraptured phase, a new moon, the spent sun, or every tree of epiphanies
fiery, flowing — crème de menthe grace imprinting, with hickeys of ash, our conjoined hearts
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2023
It’s a long story, but a week or so ago I found myself watching an old film, The Last Samurai. I wasn’t overwhelmed by Tom Cruise’s portrayal of a 19th century US soldier who turns samurai…but Ken Watanabe’s performance as ‘the last samurai’ Katsumoto was breathtaking.
Katsumoto’s last line, they are all perfect — referencing an earlier scene where he endeavored to complete the last line of a haiku about cherry blossoms — especially entranced me. Hence, this poem.
Note: They are all perfect is 5-syllables.
Synchronicity! Annieb’s muse was also recently smitten by cherry blossoms.
Thank you, team at Move Me Poetry, for the home for this poem — JD Greyson, Magnolia, Jenny, and Annieb. Thank you, dearest readers. Love.
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