Chulsoo Kim

Rookie (01/05/54 / Korea)

A Thicket - Poem by Chulsoo Kim

The wind might be iced.
A little rock grain on earth is blossoming frost flowers.
Flying dry grass is shaking with leaves of grass caught.
Water flowing in a brook heightens the sound with rocks caught.
Like hanging dry grass flowers, water plants form a bush to be finely dressed.
Upon the moor of rock fragments catching eye sight getting opened,
the branch of thicket gets swept away along winds flying.
The butterfly dances of dry grass are getting frozen with chills.
The heaps of thicket make smooth groans with branchs of trees caught.
With tuning to dances spreading out between winds,
they go to where there are no ways.
Wind marks crossing wilds are showing.
They are burnt with the warmth of earth getting fevers.
Rolling heaps of thicket face to winds
and frost flowers are shattered.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 22, 2010



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