THE WHITE CHERRY BLOSSOMS IN JAPAN
The white cherry blossoms of the beautiful Japanese trees being washed away by the tsunami.
The nuclear reactor is only the sign of the angry feelings upon the sky.
The shaking of the earth in the earthquake with the magnitude of hundreds of thousand of lives.
The reality of the survival of one baby still attached to his mother latching on for life.
The shaking reality of truth.
The thousands that will wake up under the rubble to bury their spouse.
The delivery of the mail to the address that only now exists as part of a river called
“the village that was swept away”
This is not the swept away of a bride by the groom on a wedding night.
This is swept away as in gone without marking the next birthday of the infant who survived.
The old couple latched to each others throats thinking they could help keep the last breath
from coming out since there was no breath going in from here on.
They let go of each others breath
as they sat in the middle of the millions of coins they had saved up for someday.
The coins remained afloat in front of their eyes as they sank away.
The Bank owner dismissed all his personnel,
he made a trick on himself locking himself in the vault
with all the diamonds and golds and odds.
He had even put away some food.
The wonderful thing is that as the vault travels down the river to the waterfall of death,
he sits happily eating his rice cakes and counting his gains.
The truth will hit him hard, but then again he is living his truth.
Your poems are awesome , Keep this good work up <3 .. !
Thank you dear friend, a pleasure hearing from you. I look forward to hearing your comments and that of your friends on my posts. Tell me specifically what you FEEL and what you SEE when you read them, that would mean a lot to me. Thank you again. Bahareh
its so nice i can fell it complete doing it I’m form the school you vested today
Hello, yes, indeed, it is nice when words can make you FEEL…. thank you…. It was wonderful visiting your school. Please continue to read and comment. It means a lot to me.
I was born in the land of the rising sun Japan
and how the earth would shake when
I was just a little man; the Christmas
tree would sway back and forth
like a metronome and I
would clap my hands
and say mommy
do it again
poor mother earth
she holds as still as she
can for as long as she can
so as not to hurt her little children
but she did not ask them to build their
houses in her itchiest spots and so now and
again she must scratch come what may and
that’s when we must all run for higher ground
poor mother did not plan infanticide but we never
pay heed to the signs and the rubble from Japan crossed
the biggest ocean and went into doldrums circling round
round and only now is washing upon our shores in California
the tell tale signs of misery yes but twice tsunamis protected Japan
from the Mongol invasions while poor Nishapour and Iran were not so lucky
Wow, such vivid images my friend from the tree to the rubble. From the smile of the young child to the Mongol Invasions. Thank you for sharing this joy and sorrow. Thank you for coming with me on this journey.