(2013)
poem about how sometimes you really just can't force your poems out.
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
