Words out there

a love letter

Dear madam;

 Thank you very much for your letter.

 That was really sweet and made me happy.

 

Say, do you know how much I really impressed by your charms, you have a lot of charms to see and that is always overcoming any words to express the art of beauty in you.

 

I always love you as much as I do to the poetries, as the attitude toward the poetries decide the manner of affection in creating the words to express the stars, a crescent moon and anything beyond our imaginative creature in mind, yes, I always love to talk the words related to the virtue in your decent movement, the infinite elegance and more than them.

 

Respect yours,

      Keiko Blank

Do you love to romanticise yourself or what?

It was a perfect moment to see.

It was snowing around my town and every crag was covered by a white dress.

 

I do not like to romanticize myself or no, I can not romanticize myself.

 

Here is a story to tell.

This is about my mother.

She was still young as a mother for her daughter and she was some kind of old as to have a lover by her side. She was still 37years old when her husband had passed away.

 

Yesterday in one of my lessons, a student gave a question to me,

'Tell me how to attract the readers'

 

I felt I needed to have some time to think about a right answer for him and just said,

'Well, there are only two kindｓ of writings, one is just based on your personal experience and the other is just based on the reality. '

And I told my personal experience about my dad's death.

 

Yes, I just felt like running away into the darkness which has never been reflected by the sunshine bliss while I said that to him.

I don't know how to romanticize my old memory with the frills fantasies related to my dad.

I can't.

Because it stood on the half-reality and the half-dream.

I have never believed in his death, instead I have ever believed in his alive.

So I told a lie.

It was a bad lie.

I know it is a sin, not to punish anyone, anymore.

 

So I repeated playing an old and new French film which same Jack Gumblin told the same lines about the affection in French over and over, to recognize myself without any dreaming fantasies of the closest ones.

 

Virginity-Involutes passion-

Virginity- Involutes passion-

 

An anchored willow tree

Just drifted admit the heavenly swirls

Down the sea, burning in a volcanic mantle core.

Besieged bards recited the restricted ballads nonchalantly

Untie a rope of an inured night,

A candle black failed to enlighten snuffered avarice.

And the ancient ushers misguided to a mansion of love,

Shattered spells over an urn,

Practice a pride in physical showdown.

On your cherish cheeks under the seals of your

Mystic virginity in bloom.

Scorched fire of raven ardor

Just dissolved into the unspoken, unreleased grace

Into the intangible treasurey

Lust

Lust

 

Women spread the legs of lust

Toward the debacle of darkness

Nymphets’ silence epitomized a looming winner

Shows the seductive attire in a slick petticoat

Eyes monitored a slit at the blinked gloaming

Devoured a starry moment between this morning and that night

 

 

(Winter holiday was a bliss, just for a single poetry maker. I wrote 4 new poetries with an absolute moment, without any obsolete disturbances. This is one of them. Aging physically is blessing to someone who like to give a differrent perspective to our naked solace.)

 

In an aquarium

 

  どんぐりの

　実をあたためる

　もみじの手

 

  A warm acorn sit

  On a small maple palm.