Blue Sky Poems

[정재훈]

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Blue Sky Poems1(The Immortal Gesture)

The short-haired girl

was like morning dew melting in the sunlight.

In the boy’s eyes, she was

a star holding a small universe.

On graduation day,

“I must ask for her phone number.”

His resolve was as firm as a rock,

but that rock crumbled

like grains of sand in the wind.

The girl disappeared

into the shadows of an empty classroom.

Standing atop the mountain,

clouds rose like white smoke,

scattering the boy’s memories into fragments.

The songs of the mountain birds

were like whispers from his childhood,

and the wind mimicked the sound of her laughter.

The boy, looking at his hands

against the rusted landscape below,

said, “That’s my shadow.”

The shadow replied,

“You haven’t forgotten me.”

The aging girl

sat on the edge of a cloud,

watching the boy.

Her gestures swayed

like leaves in the wind,

and her voice was faint

like waves from a distant sea.

“You detest the immortality of fleeting moments,

yet why do you try to hold onto me?”

The boy didn’t answer.

He simply smiled

and followed her through the dispersing clouds.

The clouds embraced the mountain’s waist,

and the wind carried his name

as it drifted far away.

And the boy knew:

Immortality breathes only

within the realm of memory.

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Blue Sky Poems2(The Flowers of Evil: Listen 2)

The threads of folly and greed,

gnawing at the soul like maggots’ teeth,

taming the body with sin.

We nurture our regrets

like petting a dog,

like beggars raising fleas,

with tender care.

Bundles of checks in wallets wear love’s mask,

like a gold-blinded maiden.

On the roads we wander,

dreaming of golden pleasures,

squeezing ourselves dry

like overripe oranges.

In the depths of our minds,

a host of naked women

dance and whisper like waves.

Their gestures tangle like spiderwebs,

and like a school of piranhas,

they burrow into our veins, tearing us apart.

The lambs are chased, screaming,

their flesh torn by the teeth of desire.

The blood-stained river

embraces our hearts.

A luxurious bedroom,

an island of diverse floral fragrances,

a woman of fantasy embroidered with dreams of love.

Her fingertips clutch poison,

her slender fingers tremble.

Is it guilt? Or

overwhelming ecstasy?

Her smile hides the answer,

her gaze, like a black mirror,

swallows everything.

On the night road, clutching a candle

with rough hands,

the flickering flame

drinks blood, tears, and life,

laughing as if it were light.

Its yellowed teeth grin,

reflecting our evil and emptiness.

The drunkards on the street,

staggering shadows,

a woman crouched behind a glass window,

blowing cigarette smoke,

another painting mascara before a mirror.

Their faces bloom like flowers,

but beneath those petals lie

rotten roots.

Flowers blooming from evil’s compost,

and among them, a woman laughs, baring white teeth.

“Touch and bite my breasts,

and even the old, the priests,

will turn into fools.”

Her thighs are pale as moonlight,

her hips curve like the universe.

Like a drunkard complaining to an empty glass,

like a corpse surrendered to maggots,

we bury our faces in lust,

not knowing it’s a grave.

Twisted like a snake,

her eyes wrap around like spiderwebs,

her body thrashes like a fish.

Starlight vanishes behind crimson curtains,

and we devour each other

in the dark.

In the dawn wind,

the whispers of skulls

covered in leather sacks drift in.

Their voices say:

“Fool, remember this:

These thorn-covered flowers

are the blossoms of your desires.”

Hypocrite, my brother,

your hands are stained with blood as well.

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Blue Sky Poems3(Divine Emotion (太極神情))

The rotting eyes of women,

their gestures tangled like nets,

their whispers suffocating,

piranhas tearing through veins.

On the streets, staggering shadows,

cigarette smoke behind glass windows,

mascara-smudged faces in mirrors.

Artificial flowers soaked in evil,

smiling rootless.

A woman approaches, baring white teeth.

“Bite my breasts,

and even priests will turn into fools.”

Her thighs glow pale as moonlight,

her hips curve like the universe.

As her serpent-like body twists,

her jade-like eyes trap

a thrashing fish-like body.

Starlight vanishes behind crimson curtains.

Dust blown in by the dawn wind,

skulls covered in leather sacks

whisper in unison:

“The flowers of your desires

will bear the fruits of emptiness.”

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Blue Sky Poems4(Self-Portrait (Subtitled: Sky, Starlight, Wind, and Poetry))

I look at the sky.

The shadows of the past

seep into the clouds,

but I will not ask

about their dark weight.

The starlight pierces me.

In the luminous silence,

the future scatters like dust,

but I will not ask

about its fleeting promises.

The wind calls my name.

My footsteps scattered along the road,

I am ready to stop,

to walk a path

that lets me smile as I leave.

When the sound of stars shakes the night sky,

and waves gently sweep

over the sea in my heart,

I will come to know—

The sky, the starlight, and the wind

are none other than myself.

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Blue Sky Poems