dancing in the desert
scorching sun above
moisture quickly dissipating
and I don’t know
when the dance will end
때로는 격렬하게,
때로는 천천히 음미하며
사막 한가운데서 춤을 춘다.
이것의 결과가 곧 오리라 믿으며.
7.27.2022
Tag: rain
Scent of rain
the season has arrived!
the sky is covered in grey clouds
brooding something mystical
the trees shaking its branches in waves
as gust of wind blows
in the shadows, you can feel it:
there is something magical in all this.
perhaps it foretells a storm to come
nevertheless I love this stormy breeze
under the grey cloudy sky.
6.28.2022
Rain
once in awhile, I let myself walk in the rain
letting raindrops hit against my body
it’s liberating, somehow
like a tower of sand I built as a child
shells of some kind around body starts melting
as the raindrop seeps into my heart
I wonder what it is about the rain
that brings this gravitas
5.6.2022
Prudence
you may ask, why volunteer to suffer
and yes, shoulders gets heavy and hot
but diamonds are born to be tougher
to face squarely into scorching fire and fight
for the moment to come,
the Big Bang of the most minuscule grain
in an instant, an incomprehensible one.
so I rise, through the mud, into the rain.
2.4.2022
Rain cloud
Oh, this is for you, my dear!
You pressed tenderly your sharp dagger into my chest
Like the hidden pushpin beneath soft furred carpet
And I bled and bled, frightened I ran.
But dear, little did I know
That it was I, who haphazardly spilled a carefully kept bottle of pins in my drunken state of mind, thus pricking a drop of blood with your thin wrists
Yet here you were; steadily gazing upon the sky, waiting. How the years have passed by yet you still remain here is beyond my dignity to understand.
If you could forgive me, for the blindness and the idiotic things I have said; I would rise again, even if it means to be stabbed a thousand times again.
Let it rain! Let it rain, oh clouds of the sky, let it rain!
8.31.2021
Rain
Feathers, soap bubbles,
All soak away in the rain
What remains is reframed
Into a question long lost in thought.
6.29.2020
Home
Closed my eyes, I was home.
Familiar dark, blank, emptiness
A vacuum, where no tangible voice was felt
Except the flows of late summer breeze
And the scent of falling flower petals
Imbued with the ambient rain.
This is home.
In silence, our true colors were felt.
This is our home.
Remember that.
7.7.2019
Ralph with Coffee 