atslipinbag wrote: Dirty ponds bloosom beautifull lotuses...
and taller the trees greater they sway
... the trees they sway...
amidst fierce winds...
amidst dreadful hurricanes...
yet still...
they are alive n tight, twinkling in the rising sunlight
in early morning the next day .
I really like these stanzas... when I read about the lotuses, I thought of the Riddle from Rooftop Prince: even when they live they die and when they die they live. Although you write about struggles and fierceness of nature (even the world), it's still beautiful and lives on with hope for the next day :)
Ohhh, I wrote this one after watching the anime, True Tears... I really hated the characters Shinchiro and Hiromi... I really felt pain for Noe, and this was when I thought of her love lost.
Ikanaide
She grips a handful of sunscented linen
Resists staining its pureness with her unshed tears
And though the words remain unspoken
In the ache of her heart they dwell and linger
Doko ni mo ikanaide
The heat of her fingers singe to the skin
Her hold slackens then tightens, clings
And the plea curls around her tongue
The scars of loneliness parting her lips
Mou koreijyou ikanaide
Yet her voice refuses to let out the sounds
Shimmering eyes cannot reveal her fears
Her hand trembles, clenches, then she falls
Face buried against comforting whiteness
Wet heat dampening, seeping into its pores
And the flesh beneath soothes the muffled silence of
“Please, don’t go.”