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“september dreams”

綺麗に磨いた靴がほしいと母が泣く
姉たちを羨み
稜線の上の空
浮かんでいるのは月ではない
それは白い気球
白い果実の箱をかかえる手指に
蜜が絡まる
September dreams
My mother cries because she wants polished shoes like her sister.
It is not the moon that floats in the evening sky above the mountain ridge. 
It is a white balloon.
I carry a cardboard box filled with large white round fruits. 
The honey that oozes from the fruit makes my hands sticky.

Art work: Juanita Mulder via Pixabay

september dreams

return home
朧なあかり
夕餉を囲む
この麦どこの麦
仄白くひかり
庭に舞い降りよ
おまえは何の花

Under the dim light, sit down to the dining table with family.
Where is this wheat harvested?
Glow dimly white.
Come down to the garden.
What kind of flower are you ?

Art work: Juanita Mulder via Pixabay

return home

art work: Clker-Free-Vector-Images via Pixabay

donguri(acorn)

Aquamanilia
獲物待つ人は筌簗（うえやな）水の中
I am waiting for prey in the water.
My body resembles a fish trap.

Art work : Screamenteagle via Pixabay

aquamanilia

"arpeggio"
ゆびさきで風おこす
白い髪渦巻く
花びらを散らすのみか
影吹き払い
ひなたをもつくる

わたしが死んだら
おまえは泣くだろう
涙涸れるまで
だが泣くことはない
人の踏む道は皆同じ
泣くのはおやめ

I can create the wind with my fingertips.
My long grey hair swirls.
Not only wiping out the flowers,
but also blowing away the shadows to
create a sunny place.
I am the radiant winter.

If I die, you will mourn. You will cry until your tears run dry.
But do not cry. Because everyone goes the same way. Do not cry.

Sadness is my nourishment.

Art work: Alyn via Pixabay

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