Poem-your temporary good-bye September 28, 2008

From the top of a hill,
my swollen eyes looked down our home.
The runaway invitation from loneliness
led me to this place suddenly
For the blowing wind in nature,
I smelled of you
For the swinging leaves in nature,
I caught your gentle eyes
I came here to look for you
In colorful jewels of lights in sunshine,
your shadow of my illusion waved [...]

Poem-my “Yes” to you… September 25, 2008

                    
               

My “Yes” to you last night,
I tried to say it in a way as usual, however,
your inference power surely did not fail to catch
my honest emotion that I should kill in my core,
and my true physical condition that I did not notice at all
私の昨夜の貴方への「うん」
私はいつもと同じつもりで言っているはずなのに
自分では懸命に押し殺しているはずの私の本当の気持ちや
自分ですら全く気が付かない私の本当の体調さえも
貴方の察知力は見逃さなかった。
At the night when the moon was beautiful,
you blew your [...]

Poem-aroma of you September 22, 2008

Poem-Aroma of You
Category: Writing and Poetry
 

Summer which I love most ends her turn soon
The season when cicadas play with newborn yellow bloom
My curious habit which you don’t like
I am addicted to bury my face
in the shirt that your sweat oozed out
Neither the rosemary,
the chamomile,
nor the lavender
You give me the sweet scent
with your inner strength of [...]

Poem-it died… September 19, 2008

Emptiness…it didn’t know.
The meaningless pride was scattered on the floor.
Glory collapsed in disappointment in silence.
Loss of eyesight of imaginary money named stock
The hopeless starvation of the market to be uncollectible
On that day,
the golden grand castle of the impregnability
was carried off suddenly by a big wave, and disappeared.
Bankruptcy…it died.

 ©2008 Takako All rights reserved.

Poem-When THAT TIME comes, September 17, 2008

You must laugh at me,
if you know what I imagine now beside you.
When THAT TIME comes,
I will close my end at night secretly.
I will lean my head against your shoulder and
listen to your sleeping breath in silence.
I will give my gentle warmth until the next morning
I will express my best smile for my last thanks [...]

Poem-the place where was not allowed to stop/911 September 11, 2008

 
One day in March, 2002
At 34th Street Station
The train picked up
more few passengers and me
than that day in September, 2001
It dropped by there,
which many people should have got in and out for work.
The dented ceiling by weight of the debris
A burning smell and cloud of dust of the wreckage
Uncertain name of the station by the [...]

Poem-space not to be alone September 10, 2008

One night in September
Autumn comes over secretly
from a slightly opened window
I shrink myself in a blanket
by colder air than usual
I approach to you slowly
and listen to your sleeping breathing quietly
9月のある夜
少しだけ開いた窓から
秋が忍び寄ってくる
いつもより冷たい空気に
私は毛布の中で身を縮めながら
貴方にそっと身を寄せて
貴方の寝息を聞いている
Space not to be alone
It exists there absolutely
一人ではないという空間
そこにはそれがある・・・
I close my eyes again-the relief
私は再び目を閉じる・・・安堵

(c)2008 Takako All rights resreved

Poem-you, I and wrinkles September 9, 2008

Poem-you, I, and wrinkles
Category: Writing and Poetry
 
Human being gets old
Wrinkles are incised deeply
almost the annual ring of a tree.
Not only in the appearance but also in the heart,
they are carved on a fold of the memory
for the various feelings that experience created.
I laugh at myself coldly for self-torture
thinking of my ugly aging for
the wrinkle of [...]

Poem-I become nature September 8, 2008

Poem-I become nature
Category: Writing and Poetry
 

The foggy scenery in white
Birds sing for
the morning which starts in silence
Sunshine filtering through foliage
builds many ladders between trees happily.
Newborn insects perform their slow dance
in a particle of the light beautifully.
With the smell that chokes on matured green,
the wood spirit souls are spinning time solemnly.
They look down me, who stand [...]

Poem-a maternal instinct in me（母性本能） September 7, 2008

“I wanna sleep more”
My body says so to me,
however,
a maternal instinct in me
reacts to my daughter’s giggling,
and slaps my ass.
It orders me to go to the kitchen
for her sunny-side breakfast.
My brain gives me the wink
and tucks away the signal of my tiredness
into the bottom of my optic nerve
by her kind word, “Yummy, thanks, mom!”
In the [...]