Joy Seowon

Joy Seowon Aug 16

A coffee over the buzzing watches
Did once urge me feelings of grace.

Then they ticked and tocked away;
And was dumped down with all the
Documents and filed signatures in
Unnoticable pile.

Only sundials non-stop on a frozen
Lake, and I internally ache.
Maybe twas a neuronal longing
For un single pause -

Then watch the unmoving objects on the ice,
And with scrutiny, the glint of one smiling
Droplet…and the next… until a smooth and
Tranquil blanket encompasses you,

Then resume.

, said “finding tranquility” and “to recognise and appreciate”

Joy Seowon Jul 8

And they ask, ‘Where are we going?’

Bricks under our soles, and
The fluttering of mushed sounds
Paddle inside mine ear.

A portion resembles a desperate race -
Another scoop conveys an andante walk -

And a fierce heap of…
Stiff and hollow steps—
Ring in a shallow manner—
Down through the dim alleyway—

Methinks, they are all going in some sort of
Clear or foggy direction,

Where some signs are faded from the sunlight,
And some signs are scratched away at by the
Huffing—and—puffing of the decades.

—There is so much hollow space open to fill with thoughts;
And some crouching behind leaves, some over our heads, and some needing a key—
To recollect the fact that these should be tricky to grasp in one’s cornea and not defined as ‘inaccessible’.

Joy Seowon Jul 1

lookin’ for peculiar fun?

thank and you?
achoo! and there goes that ‘h’
off with the head!
now we only have tanks and tank
like boom ! oh yes, that’s our explosive
gratitude right there -

i’m just playing with words! and to you,
i tank you with an achoo!
guess where that ‘h’ went!
lookin’ under piles of storms and clouds -
no, no, it’s right over here -
look, look, and
get you sore(d) ready for that boom of
an ache!

sickness and empty time bringing out silliness and laughable neuronal connections.
*takes a bow - from synapse #2037

Joy Seowon Jun 17

Chain of thoughts

One shooting star -
And it’s family
And the place it is nearing -
For a delightful
Afternoon tea.

Then went -
A couple for an evening run -
As found a new
Lake-side course not too far
From home.

When, for instance, a star passes by do you ever wonder where it is headed? Are we too embedded in society’s way of passing time and age that valuable aspects of individuality and colour are overlooked unduly? When is the last time we thought about something under the surface; something other than perhaps a bolognese cup pasta for lunch…or the answer to the eighth question in last week’s test?
These thoughts don’t come as naturally as wished. Still, talking to those with an experience of musing about these things gifts a colourful experience of deep sensation. And then a next thought comes to mind; which is… will these thoughts actually impose a change and meaningful consequence.

Joy Seowon Jun 14

Out or in

One step outside, will it make
A difference? If so,
How much would it so?

Maybe you will take two steps
Out on to the cement,
And feel what?

Perhaps a bit of wind, or
A breeze as they call it;

Perhaps a tint of winter glow
Such dull but glimmering
Memory of last hail;

Perhaps nothing but a pull
From deep down bubbling core;

Joy Seowon Jun 2

- green..

Behind these doors and below
The grand stage lights,

The music spills over the seats
Like moss green and grey;

A sense of scalpel and pin
Crouches down and crawls;

Silence within.

Tapping of the foots -
Envy of oozing as if tree-roots.

Raindrops except the rain;
Audience except individuals.

Someone said to me: ‘The Dance of Jealousy’

Joy Seowon May 30

A Pearl;

Circular and square. And a little glimmer
Of peace -
Or agony.

Cool beneath the waters. A small touch
Of green -
Or sunny coral.

Clanking in mine ears -
But beauty in these eyes -
Through cornea and through
…Retina.

A painfully perfect tube is drilled - the long days
Pierced as if a sharp stare of a swordfish
Glare.

And a breath-taking fibre passes through the
Scar…and the blood covered by a glistening
Price sign.