Friday, April 29, 2011
(number 1 revision 2)
Over the Wave
Oh, your heart
Floats on the tide.
May your heart
Lie with the pride,
And have dreams
In snow flakes.
Oh, my heart
Left on the shores.
May my heart
Survive the tears,
And dreams vanish
In rain drops.
Oh, our hearts
Become a pair.
May our hearts
Dance in the air,
And have steps
In cherry blossoms.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
(number 2 revision 0)
A shelter for you
Shining stars twinkle so high,
Silent night, dark quiet night.
Rosy cheeks look up to the sky.
Surprisingly calm,
In a blacked-out night.
Little flames flicker in your eyes,
Silent night, shiver-shivery night.
Tiny hands hang on tight.
Wonderfully cozy,
In an earthquake night.
Dogs' howling sound so far,
Silent night, long lasting night.
With your breathing heard softer.
We are at peace,
Even if the morning birds never sing.
Friday, May 20, 2011
(number 3 revision 1)
Del Sol
Came with a stomachful of dark clouds.
Came without any appetite.
Came here with no reason.
A bite of the Salad tasted of the light.
The dark clouds disappeared.
Each slice of the Pizza tasted of the sun,
Made me hungrier by the bite.
Del Sol, a cooker of the sun,
Reminded me,
To walk in the light.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
(number 4 : revision 1)
A janitor murmured
He disappeared suddenly,
On the last day of camp.
I screamed I missed him.
My classmates said, who?
They didn't see him.
My teacher said, oh!
I must have dreamed.
He disappeared suddenly,
With a memory of hide-and-seek.
I shouted I saw him.
My classmate said, who?
They didn't see him.
The principal murmured,
He had been to be here.
He disappeared suddenly,
Just after playing on the stairs.
I said I loved him.
My classmates said, who?
You've lost your mind.
The janitor sighed,
He had been such a good boy.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
(number 5 : revision o)
The park in May
New Leaves sprout on the trees
Rustling under the blue sky.
When mothers in the park
Call the names of their kids,
The sound of the leaves
Seem to grow louder.
Colorful flowers bloom on the trees
Shinning under the blue sky.
When principals in the park
Call the names of their pupils,
The color of the flowers
Seem to grow brighter.
The young trees stand in the park
Pointing toward the blue sky.
When gardeners in the park
Count all the trees again,
The number of the trees
Seem to Increase mysteriously.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
(number 6 : revision 2)
After the typhoon
Just after the rain stopped,
Lot's of bicycles rushed out
From the big high-school gate.
A yellow umbrella turned around
With a little girl under it.
The sky regained bright blue.
Strong winds still blew.
Just after the road dried,
Lot's of spots appeared
All around the sidewalk.
A yellow umbrella fell from
The hand of the little girl.
She found many pressed tiny frogs,
Flattened creatures with four legs.
Just after the typhoon went by.
Just after the typhoon went by.
The sky regained bright blue.
Strong winds still blew.
