"yuka" poems
Spring comes
as grasses leap forth
and emerald hues are added to the landscape,
with wildflowers peeking up from the
dewy roadside.
The world smells
fresh like worms and earth,
while birds drift down to finish last year’s
seeds.
Yellow rain boots hop
out of shelves and into the puddles,
while mud gathers and plays in the road,
gurgling with mirth at passers by.
The badminton net is resurrected,
regally looming over the lawn,
as the swings squeak joyfully in the breeze.
The fireplace gives a sooty yawn
and falls to sleep.
And in the kitchen, fiddleheads unfurl upon
a hot pan
as the old and sour scent of the earth
settles upon our plates,
spring steps lightly
onto the world.
~Yuka Oiwa
May 6, 2008
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:38 PM UTC
Earthquake?
Another earthquake?
No,
just your body
just your heartbeat
rocking you off balance
sasae kirenu karada ga yurasarete
for what seems to be
no good reason.
False earthquakes
from my chest
when i'm supposed to be
sitting still
yuka ni suwatte
antei shiteiru
hazu na no ni
mune no naka no jishin ga
karada wo, kokoro wo,
fuan ni saseru
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
Yuka shine spatial light, burning crystal midst of night.
Sun ray naked body and soul, free fall arrival heaven unfold.
Silent angel beauty light, smiling pin point pitch blood night.
Perfect circle, loving light, lee cast presence in my life.
Arc soul touch, Selene dream, Yuka Venus journey with me.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 7:38 PM UTC