Posts Tagged ‘observations’

A baby bird

May 16, 2008

 

Like a baby bird, 

Who has not yet learn to fly, 

Who hasn’t had chance to open his wings full-span, 

Who hasn’t had experience of soaring free across the sky, 

Carving one’s own path, 

You have fallen. 

You who are so young, 

You who are so innocent, 

You who are so clean and pure, 

Untainted by this harsh, dark world. 

A fledgling youth, 

A wide-eyed deer, 

A new born babe with eyes still shut, 

You seek to open your eyes to see the greatness of the world, 

And the greatness you will achieve. 

The world will just have to wait, little while longer. 

Eunie kim10/12/03 

Eunie is sister of Eugene Kim, wrote for him after he came home from the hospital 

She bought a note book for him to write a journal, and she wrote this poem on the first page.

my poetry

May 12, 2008

It’s been there all along,

deep inside of me,

 attempting to scream out aloud,

echoes of the fear for uncertainty, 

 took me back to my dungeons.

There were times wanting to cry out,

 end up chocking with no air.

The life time collection of words,

faced no exits for the escape route,

bottled up inside, no where to hide,

 packed in to every cells,

yet entwined in the vast space it seems.

My heart is full with unseen,

unspoken words, so old,

 almost lost it’s meaning.

To express, painstakingly sorrowful memories,

with out a pity.

The beauties of nature inscribed in the colorful stones.

All the known for the truth,

 from the trials and tribulations,

making sentences to deliver on to next experiences.

Residual sadness for many hurts,

disappointments swallowed big lumps in the throat.

Its still there,

all mixed in together,

waiting to burst out,

through tiny crack if there is any,

To sing it in to the ears,

who care to listen.

To whisper the mystic realms,

for some one to understand.

Desperately more to give,

 instantaneously ready to release,

 the deepest kind, the motherly love,

needing to be recorded,

if not anything else.

As I regroup,

as I recoup what belongs to me,

 is my poetry.

Feb 03/08 leia cha