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Spring inSeoul
If you are looking for me
and all you find is a number of steps
left on soft garden grass
I have gone
to find the blossoms
To wipe the numbers of days
When winter and distance
Took smiles away.
A flutter of pink returns them today
Fly in fly out
Midnight heat melting on black tarmac
Miles of desert bushes on the red horizon
Cicadas’ songs travel over the empty river.
Around the campfire, singing every song we know
Soul to warm
Original Poems
Autumn after the holiday
over the edge of the water
day’s end fire
canons of silvery power
emptying the beach
from my shoe
in the morning dew
only the stone smell remembers
washed skies
drops of laughter
of summer rain
squares rainbow row
beach huts dotting the edge
edge of the water melt in the sky
Winds swing by
White foams on my toes
bright and steady horizon line
eyes drifting away
white water on cold fingers
after the holiday
sand in my pocket
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COVID Swallow my Universe
My home embraced me like a motherly cocoon of love and suffocated me by the same amount during this lockdown. The humming noise of distant factories and the occasional passing car punctuated the new calm atmosphere. I slowly rose from my cozy bed and began making my morning coffee. My cat, a fluffy ball of contentment, rolled to my feet, her happiness seemingly dependent on my presence.
With the world outside quieted my mind wandered freely through the corridors of my thoughts. I realised I had never had so much time to drift around in my head. I dreamt of far-off journeys over parched fields and strolling along a country road, the air heavy with the dusty sweetness of ripe raspberries.
The computer on my desk started making a low humming noise, connecting me to the world beyond my walls. It could also connect me to other people's minds, like strands of a spider's web wobbling in the vast expanse of virtual space. It felt like computers had swallowed the universe, and we, like fragile bubbles, were being swept by the turbulent currents of dark news, oscillating between hope and desperation with each passing moment.
The Poem of Unspoken Dreams
A collection of original verses that capture the quiet moments of hope and the strength found in personal insight. Perfect for the dreamer who seeks a unique gift that speaks to the soul.
Wonder
It is a wonder you exist,
A chance that I myself am here—
And all the joy within my chest
Grows stronger than my bones no fear.
You press them in your fierce embrace,
So sweet, so aching, yet so dear.
Let’s speak, just speak, let words unfold,
Long, gleaming words like chisels bright,
That split the river’s icy hold
Into a delta burning fast with light—
Dividing day from tender night,
And basalt cleaved from basalt’s might.
Lift me, O joy, and take me high,
And strike my temples on the stars,
Until my endless world and sky
Transforms beyond what now it was—
A column rising, vast and far,
Or something greater still, because.
How good you are, how strange am I!
Two songs that clash and intertwine,
Two colours never seen to match
One drawn to earth a steady and comforting one,
One reaching upward, torn by emotion in the wind, divine,
In trembling, unmatched fight that binds
Take me higher, take me far,
Break me on the edge of stars,
Till my world is stretched forever,
Burning bright and bound together—
Oh, the miracle you are,
Oh, the chance of who we are,
Two hearts written in the stars…
and the wonder that you are.
Soul wandering through night
Finding you is finding light.
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Capturing the Essence of Hope in Every Word
Explore a curated collection of original books and poems designed to inspire dreams and share personal insights that resonate with the human spirit.