a drawing of possibilities called the way.

They are compassionate
personable poses
smiling and
showing the joy of winning

They were for decades
how they risked their lives to write poetry
how they risked their lives to sell poems
since when.

sleepless
outside the window at dawn
following the whispers of the forest
following the silences of the trees &
chasing their waves
Today's day unfolds
The figure of the morning thrown
Pal is ades Park
long long time ago
a piece of diamond
the solid Past
came on the train of Time
let's put up a fight again
tumbling in the palm of the hand
overflowing
Haze's bridge to the future
breeze...air...blow
with the triplets
This day
in the footsteps of sturdy emptiness
it leaves a trace
rehashing the obvious lies.

winds make the blades of grass
, happy
, angry
, sad
, joyful
, feeling
, seeing
, tasting
, speaking
, hearing
, touching
, and then the heartless hours
roll back into the future:
NOW.

Ink,
flavor that still tempts me
color green,
and black,
red,
but there is no white
like there is no black note
two flavors we cannot see
to make a better world
circle,
a triangle,
squares,
but we cannot see them
drawn in pen
words in ink will be
tomorrow?

rough waters
an endless sea of doom
sailors and passengers,
and the captain
are still sailing
Clouds over a blue sea
The moonlight becomes fog
and the stars twinkle
Taste like porridge
an atmosphere of hopelessness,
a ship in pieces,
and the harbor in their eyes
It is beckoning.......
Now, one by one, the peoples are lowered
the old man,
the women,
the children.
And then it is our turn
shivering in the freezing cold
Closer and closer to the sea
bells ring
people left behind gathered
at the top of the ship
But a boat appear
And it is a bigger boat than a big ship
A Lighthouse Keeper
running toward US
We get on the boat
on the extremist waves.

With bad habits
Deep in my right leg
A small blood vessel clogged
Because of the pain in my right leg
I couldn't walk properly
20 years ago,
after surgery
the doctor said
“You're going to wear
the strongest compression stockings
for the rest of your life
You'll always be standing on two legs
at all times.”
since then,
I've been able to stand on my feet
even when it's over 100 degrees Fahrenheit
my wife complimented me on them
I'm walking well, standing well, running well
And today,
I'm here to tell
since a year ago.
hesitating, hesitating, hesitating.
I received my wife's permission
40 years ago,
to write poetry, to do research
typewriter
kicked out of the computer
I bought again it
for 150 dollars
My wife asked
“Do you really have to write on a typewriter?”
sound of the typewriter
typewriter ribbons that leave a trail of wrong things
I love them
I said
“Now typewriter is like medical stocking pair"
She laughed and held my hand.

just throwing to the wind
just seeing forest
just looking up to the clouds
neither sow nor reap
just watching a little bird
in the sprawling sky.

“I bought this apple
thinking
it would be delicious
but it is not.”
“apple is just as good
whether it is tasty or not”
“Yes, but...”
as it breaks into pieces
the apple says
“the same for people.”

spring permeates into late winter
winter permits early spring.

good villain more dangerous than bad villain.

When the family goes to the beach
The adults jump into the waves
and sleep under the sun
they press their hats down
they whisper loves as they walk along the beach
The seagulls in flocks
looking for abandoned prey
they doesn't dream
from the horizon
watching for signs of an approaching ship
reading a book
For a men and a woman under the parasol
time does not pass
nor they shall not have the pleasure of labor
When the family goes to the beach
The children gather and play
and put their heads together
and build sand palaces
and watching the waves wash over them
Smiles..........

to receive with love is to leave with love.

Guillotine fear is ******* into
the tunnel of frozen air
Mountain peaks watching from afar
becoming a writer's blade
White edge of manuscript paper
trembling
Night Winter prepares to leave. Already.
It hesitates at a fork
over wild cat's eyes
you say, "Come again"
It prepares to leave It
makes a moan
Mixing vinegar and hot peppers
Falls and falls and falls
The glasses come off
in the corner
The ice hockey player
In between life and death in an unjust war
Van Gogh's two eyes
Chopin's two hands
And with the vibration of a throbbing pulse
spring permeates into late winter
Winter permits early spring.

permeate.......permit.

We have
in front of the two-pronged path
always
hesitate
Which path will we choose?
If not
You are not a person
Again
At what age
when you want to make a different choice
If you don't regret it
you are not human.

Whatever joy flows
        even the rivers of love
        the sky of love
        the starry sea of love
flow like the joy of love

deep, deep, deep
get ****** into
                           silence of the abyss
into silence of the deep abyss

just bread soaked with
       regret and tears
it just goes down throat

The first laugh of the first meeting
30 years ago
                     becoming joy
                     It flows away.

Love is the cause of breakups
The result of love is separation
In between is life.

I am
why love began
but I don't want to know
how
how your love began
now,
I want to know
I want to hear the answer
but only echoes float by
Because I can't
The words of love
I made
I want to read them.

early morning
when the hard day begins
at rush hour
people waiting for the bus
standing in a line
every day
the same time
in the same place
without greeting
without conversation
without shaking
Heads down
looking at a cell phone
waiting in the line
same people
standing upright
With an ecstatic expression.

Tears of sunshine glisten thereat
road to there bathe in moonshine
Gazing faraway my eye watching
unseen a man who long since left

- Missing Dad

Piano have
white and black keys
The beautiful melody of music
comes up with
pianist's balance and mutual touch
there is no piano with only white keys
there is no piano with only black keys
see composer player Chopin
he did not play in favor of them
Similarly
All colors without favoritism
Gogh made night into morning
Painted with it
We need a boss
like them

It is urgent.

A elk family
strolling leisurely While shaking head
from side to side

Holding on to autumn and driving away winter
Entering the Red Sea Forest
Stepping on fallen leaves and snowflakes

Someone's pretending to be
The frozen time is released
The day is printed out at the ATM.

As the days go by
Tomorrow is far away
The past fades away

The sky is high
The clouds are flowing
making rivers
and draw pictures on the earth

Endless fields of corn
The road

The corn
waving their beards together
and laughing
baring their teeth
with their arms open
Let's call someone
Between the arms
an echo passes through arms
and wet the farmer's chest
and wipe away the their
sweats and tears
and drips down the back of
the farmer's hand
raindrops..........

As the days go by
Tomorrow is coming
The past is coming

Too.

grasping
the world's population
are rushing to it

It almost gets there
but
all can't catch it

under that

like a Sisyphus
day after day day after day
repeating

It is cannot have
without sacrifice
Love.

I let myself from
my own life
now,
I am not the master
I should have done
once upon a time
do not throw it away.

Tears of sunshine glisten on the there
And the road to it is bathing moonlight
Gazing into faraway my eyes watching
An unseen man who has long since left.

- Missing Dad

1) President=Pre+resident
2) President=Free+resident

Which number is right?

I think
people who are obsessed with
seats are not worthy of them

Is there such a person in the world?

I am
simply and clearly
I make poetry

I am
gibberish
I have chats.

Wood-colored wallpaper all around
On the old table and floor
Pale morning shadows move
Stains or
oil droplets on the water
dancing cheerfully
In the square chests of drawers
coins sing while bumping
and dance
this is how start the day
In the kitchen, little Samuel
clapping and laughing with mom
with rice paste glued to cheeks
with his hands spread wide
where finds daily bread,
In the kitchen
love overflows like a zipper
riding the train rails
to a safe emergency exit
where language of secret air runs wild
one fall morning in the kitchen
where all beings undress and re-dress
where the feeling of blessing
begins to knead the day
and even silence turns into gold,
our kitchen on the way to winter
that makes the future decorated
my Mother  laborious Hug
Stay here Forever.

the best translation is
the one
author and translator
neither of them
are greedy for work.

The highest value of literature is
imagination
The cultural imagination
It is
impossible to translate
because it can't be translated
The more try,
the more drive in
the quagmire of literature.

In the top right corner
a picture of the lighthouse
on four pins
On the left is a
the captain's steering wheel
and in the middle
below that
in front of a wooden wall
hundreds of years ago
hundreds of years ago
a child ship
In the centre of the landscape
a sails sewn with thread
7 blue curve waves like
a barbershop symbol
lighthouse,
in the picture
when it keep the ship moving?

next to a young maple tree
next to an elderly evergreen
standing facing each other

Autumn is passing
As winter approaches

the maple tree
in the calm morning breeze
like snow
fall on the evergreen's
red and reddish
Make it a young tree

In mid-October.

The river never moves
Slithering
Snake steps like a tortoise
while leaving traces
The river shows the way out

The old river water
falls over the dam
leaving behind shining smiles
to look at the eggs
The river shows us the EXIT

We don't know
The joy in hardship
Sandy fields
We are here for you
for you. What a beautiful breath!

Even if you only blink your eyes
The river, the old river,
the old river stir
The unwavering sea and the stars
and says, ‘Why do you love me?’

Love shines through talent
Love is not made like that
It is a shining thing in itself

Talent are for love
It is not love for talent
It is not a shining light in itself.

In open of the river
    to the sea of orchestra
With future of present
    in her coolness

In close of the skies
    to the heaven of orchestra
With past of present
    in her warmness.

The only thing more important than writing is reading
More important than reading is thinking
More important than thinking is experiencing

The experience of experiences is historical grief.

- to Han River Miracle

person's truth
present not
in rejoicing but
in repenting.

Ideology kills philosopher
Auteurism kills literati
Vegetarianism kills vegetarians.

small trees
in a field of yellow grass
Nearby
bending and
the shadows of old trees
curved and dried up
covering the grass
Over it
Emptiness flies
with the arrow of Vulcan
gray winds colors the sky
And a labor-exhausted man
sits down
with his right elbow on his left knee
and watches the hours
of the deepening nightmare
with someone else
among the scattering snowflakes.

When Spring Comes to Sabine's Hill
the hill becomes the sea
and Yellow Waves
Blue Waves
White waves and high waves
fills up the spring
flowing down
becomes a river of small spring things
full of daffodil colors
passes the ***** big city
passes the lonely islands
Sabine's hill is wet with water
Small, smooth pebbles
if blocked
while singing
while dancing, while flowing
Sabine Hill fears
neither water nor fire
like the wind
with its tiny, transparent bells
summer and autumn to come
and the winter that will silence them
on the waiting
The Hill of Sabine
The Chorus of Life
fading humanity of the 21st century
towards the dehumanized city
It is waving hands.

- to my Maple

I love the joy
of the reader's imagination
more than
the visual impact
of AI.

- to Kevin

Believing is listening
To listen is to love
You listen with trust.

History should be a value, not a material for your work.

again, I see love in yourself
            I hear love of yourself
            I touch love for yourself
            I taste love around yourself
            I speak love to yourself
            I smell love by yourself
I hope that I meet with them
like a first meeting.

by someone
being chosen
Isn't that a miracle?
even if we live a hell of life
how joyful and happy?
river water,
old mountains,
field,
clouds,
skies,
animals, plants, and even inanimate objects
are all on the side of the Chosen us?
we can do
to live or to die as we please
or not?
we talk,
or we sing,
we are having a party,
we fight and war
If we lose,
we win, don't we?

Because we were chosen by someone

Is it true, is it true?

That someone
although it was in a dream
clearly,
precisely,
sternly said

"I chose you because I wanted to show My Love
through you and
you are neither special nor deserving of choice."

i am struggled, soaked in tears, and cried out for
then I woke up from my dream.

autumn foliage are Sacrifice
evergreen is Constancy

sacrifice and constancy
like a bridge and a river

in the Life.

grandson,
Daniel Kindergarten ride
for 3 years
and today
mid-life teacher
looked at me slowly
and said
"Dad?"
with a breathless breath
joy and happiness washed over me
I answered chop-chop
"Grandpa!" and
she smiled.

when writers love themselves
more than their work
disgusting

let their works
speak for the authors
they must be still.