#poeticstillness

[romantic-poem]

It began with quiet things—

a bit of light, a still moment, a cup of tea.

Then came the wanting.

Careful, slow, small…

but real.

And maybe,

that’s when I stopped surviving,

and started to live.

[yuambient]

Whispers in the Bark, Echoes in the Light

A woodpecker pauses in stillness, caught between shadow and sun.

Not only a bird of rhythm, but a sculpture of silence —

its wings folded into memory, its beak tracing unseen songs

along the grain of time.

樹皮の囁き、光の余韻

止まった時の中で佇むキツツキ。

影と光の狭間に息づき、

羽は記憶となり、嘴は時を刻む。

その姿は、静けさの彫刻。

[im-fine-apple]

On a Weekday Evening

I keep looking at the door. Though I’m not expecting anything.

Somehow, I’m standing by the intercom. In case someone rings the bell.

I don’t know why I’m like this. It feels like I’ve forgotten something.

If I take just one step from here, I feel like I might remember.

[Korean version]

[im-fine-apple]

평일 저녁에

자꾸 문을 바라보게 돼. 도착할 택배도 없으면서.

인터폰 주변에 서 있게 돼. 누군가 초인종을 누를까 봐.

나도 왜 이러는지 모르겠어. 뭔가 잊어버린 것 같아.

여기서 한 발만 내딛으면, 기억이 날 것만 같아.

[English version]