Showing posts with label Ihlwha Choi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ihlwha Choi. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Ihlwha Choi writes



Back to the heaven

At the moment of passing away
Going back about ten miles away to the heaven 
Suddenly mother came back to me
Saying "Dear son, take  care of your father
Consider him to be pitiful, my son
Also do well to your wife, always care for and help each other" 

After staying for a moment
Going back again to the far heaven
At the spot of about one hundred miles away
Looking back to this world once more
Mother, went back to the heaven without any words
 Abstract Angel Painting, Mother and Child Artwork on Large Canvas, "Spirit of Tenderness" 24x30"
 Spirit of Tenderness -- Kerri Blackman

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Ihlwha Choi writes



Jajangmyeon Love

After so long I have found
Myself at the campus where
She would walk alongside that
Simple good-for-nothing boy
With a smile on her face
I had set my sights on her
She, who would always be next
To that beastly boy.
Anyhow I was attracted to her
And even if it was only once
I wanted to eat jajangmyeon* with her
I found out her mother
Suffered from polio
I found out her father
Had remarried.
Would she want to hide
Her limping mother?
As I thought these limping thoughts
I wanted to eat jajangmyeon with her.
I was a young single man
You were like a bird
Fluttering here and there
I gazed up to the sky
That you flew away to.
After so long I am sitting
On the bench I sat on
When I was in love with you.
Looking upwards and backwards
Into the sky from the past.
In that car park there are
More cars than I remember,
As I watch the students walking by
I think to myself
Are they junior colleagues of mine?
Unable to find part-time jobs
They walk hurriedly,
Only their footsteps quick.
Could there be among these boys
One who holds someone
Close to his heart,
Without a word,
Someone he would like
To eat jajangmyeon with?
Your steps they come and go
Have after all this time
Reached a crossroads.
The traffic lights from the past flicker.
Were you the only thing
I have ever lost?
The cars they keep coming
The traffic lights are red.

*Black bean sauce noodles.
Image result for traffic paintings
 Traffic Lights -- Sean Flood

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Ihlwha Choi writes



The Flesh

My mom’s body
Would be quite decomposed

The breast
Mom’s breast that I suckled and grew up by
Would turn into soil completely

The warm hands 
Serving me meals for a long time 
Also would remain nothing 
No marks of her at all in the world

My mom’s body
All decayed to nothing at last, it
Would turn into wind and water

Would be the sunshine
All over the mountains, rivers, and fields
 Image result for van gogh's last paintings
 Wheatfield with Crows -- Vincent van Gogh