Archive | August, 2011

Quickly the August has gone…

31 Aug

Something occured to me
and took me to heaven
but after a while I was here, in the reality;
and I can only wonder
what it was.

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(c)2011 Tomomi Fune

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29 Aug

I tune to the song
that has sprung in my heart.
It never stays, but
sometimes comes back;
like my long-lost home in the future.

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(c)2011 Tomomi Fune

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27 Aug

After the rain,
that burning-like smell
reminds me of something
I left behind
and the future I can’t remember.

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(c)2011 Tomomi Fune

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26 Aug

These kids
are only what keep me here.
When happiness comes with them
I remember that faraway land
and feel the pain
in the laughter.

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I try to straighten up
my students’ body,
their bent spine.
(and open up themselves to the world)
I wonder when
I learned to unbent.

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(c)2011 Tomomi Fune

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24 Aug

If deciding is about giving up
things exept what you’ve chosen,
this is definitely the time
to make up my mind;
before the autumn reaches here.

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Can you tell me
who I am?
The air of this town
surrounds me and fills me;
but does not answer.

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(c)2011 Tomomi Fune

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21 Aug

The storm has blown away
the dense heat and summer.
Sometimes it’s hard not to think anything
and I look up at the dim silver sky
from a cave in the city.

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Like a pacific-ocean-by-chance
my mind is calm and serene.
It is still
in this sea, this urbane reality.
I am awake
and
clear.

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(c)2011 Tomomi Fune

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20 Aug

So many stars in the sky,
so much existence in the world,
yet it’s hard to even sense them all.
Like that we’re capable
of only few
words.

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(c)2011 Tomomi Fune

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19 Aug

Sometimes the dreams are all happy and warm,
so warm and gentle with cool breeze
that I can almost not come back.
Nay, good dreams always push me
to go ahead, walk towards the future.

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(c)2011 Tomomi Fune

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16 Aug

I might be dreaming of what I shouldn’t be.
But we are meant to be attracted
to fire at night;
(like those bugs who get electric shock)
and I am still
dreaming.

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(c)2011 Tomomi Fune

Turned out to be a day to rest-

14 Aug

Perhaps not in the form expected,
but it will come, for sure I know-
all thing reincarnate,
and the tiger in my dream
will appear here as a lovely sparrow.

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At summer nights,
noise all get muddled up outside
so fireworks, thunder, cicadas screaming, cats fighting for love-
(and even some loud cars, with punk and pop music on-)
are all the same omen somehow,
forming an untransparent sea in my mindworld.

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Your lines reminded me
of a clear frozen morning,
a vivid Mount Fuji at the horizon-
so foreign and alien
in the middle of this heat.

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(c)2011 Tomomi Fune