Poetry: Rebirth

Rebirth

Dedicated to ASAGI

There is that voice on the edge of the world -
on a sea of sand, on a bright green lea.
Hands outstretched like wings to fly -
to give a heart, to find a dream,
to break the fetters of the mind -

to free.

Wings burst forth to break the shell -
to endless realms, a morning sky.
And we ride on the flight of song -
to find new worlds and visions birthed.
Within we find new melodies -

and fly.

———-

This poem was written in dedication to ASAGI, the vocalist of the Jrock band D. Turning 34, ASAGI’s operatic voice continues to uphold the perfect ensemble of intelligent lyrics and high quality music. I wish him the best in the upcoming year and hope that he never ends his quest on the narrow path to truth.

Place of My Own

So odd… Now that my large family has gone off on vacations, I am left alone rather forlorn in our large, run-down but comfortable house.

At any rate, now that they are gone, I am rather nonplussed. Not just by the silences – although the dog has taken to mournfully howling… But also, the fact that I have to cook for my 2 sisters and myself. It’s good for me to practice – nevertheless, awkward. Maybe because nothing is properly stocked (Mom took alot with her). The fridge is more like Mother Hubbard’s cupboard. Since I’m already a rather… bad cook, it’s worse when I can’t find good ingredients to cook with. What I have found that I can use:

bacon
pre-made, boilable porogies
french fries
potato cream mix
tomato soup cans
1 cream of mushroom can
pasta
pasta sauce
canned sliced pineapples (also two crushed pineapple cans)
oatmeal

No kettle to put tea in (we have to use the coffee maker glassware)… Ah well.

So here I am trailing around, listening to my music and humming tunelessly as I clean up, do dishes of my own volition, clean the stove top, thinking up crazy cooking ideas…

*has Musuo Hana’s first line stuck in her head now*

And I realize that I have gotten proprietary in a way that I have never felt before. Maybe it’s because I know that I will be owning my own apartment for the first time in my life. Or maybe it’s because my mother is gone, and with her, all her powers over this house.

A while back, two women told me two seperate things, with a space of several months (or more) in between. Although seemingly unrelated, perhaps, their statements have more relativity towards my life than I thought – at least, more than ever before, this must be true.

Quote 1:
“You must be nesting,” the one told me.
“Nesting?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “You need your own space now – and you’re getting ready to leave. That’s why everything you own is only in your bedroom.”

Quote 2:
“A kitchen can only belong to one woman,” the other said wisely, nodding her head.

So true.

I look forward to the fruition of these feelings – perhaps it will blossom into something mature and beautiful.