Toyoko Beth Oku Hara's Poetry Corner




Around Osaka Castle


Shivering from the cold,
naked cherry trees waiting for
their new spring dress.



Small tents of homeless people
seen here and there in the lifeless woods
with a few clotheslines.
Plum blossomoms of various pink
and white have just begun blooming
with a promise of spring.



The scent of blossoms
ancient poets fasdinated by
floats here as ever.
A disposable camera timely bought,
you look at me through its lens
for reminders of this moment.



Attractive blossoms of yellow
tempted us to step inside the fence
to aproach their fragrance.
The Castle towers
in the late glow,overlooking Osaka
for hundreds years.



In the dark blue moat,
swans and ducks awimming in springs,
our talk referring to family.
"Is that the Mint Bureau?"
The long interval of thirty years
made our memory faint.



Our quality talk sounding
over spaghetti,a quick meal,
before waving good bye.




Red


After class on the train back home,
impatiently,stealthily among passengers,
I take out my poem checked by Professor.
To the words in red ink my eyes are stuck.

Red is attractive.
Red is thrilling.
Red is passionate.
Red is celebratory.

Shyness,embarrassment,pleasure....
Similar feelings come to me as I got letters
from friends in my school days.

Red roses brighten gardens.
Red cherries have a taste of first love.
Red lamps guide us in the dark.
Red poinsettias bring us a Merry Christmas!

The red ink leads me
to anew field to step forward.



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