Copenhagen’s Bicycle < by Yearn Choi >

Copenhagen’s Bicycle

Wind turbines in the sea

on the way to the city from the airport!

Wow! 30 percent of Denmark’s electricity comes from the wind power.

Another amazing scene!

Bicycles standing in the Denmark Congress’ parking lot!

20-30 congressmen and women ride their bicycles to the work.

Some by walks!

Another amazing scene:

Kierkegaard’s status on the lawn of the congressional library

is small. Small is beautiful.

I bicycled the city and stopped by a small coffee shop

on the roadside, watching common,

but happy people and trees.

The Royal Palace is small

and the Little Mermaid from Hans Christian Andersen is small.

Why don’t you pedal your bicycle to the Congressional building

and then to the coffee shop,

when you visit Copenhagen?



FIRST SNOWFALL (by Yearn Choi )

FIRST SNOWFALL
An angel sends me a message, “Wait for the winter!”

She makes a wonder, making whiteness shine on the field.

Thanks to first love, the first snow is falling down from the sky,

as the cherry blossom I fell in love with at first glance.

The back of my first love is appearing in the heavy snowflakes.

Natasha, Lana….all lovers of the poets are coming out

to enter the forthcoming winter festival.

Someone makes the lovers excited in a glow.

Someone makes this world a beautiful island.

My lover whispers flake by flake.

“Let us walk until we reach the hot spring near the sea!”

Her hand is in my hand in my black overcoat pocket.

She is whispering,

“The most beautiful thing in this world is the softest!”

The first snow is falling;

They become one in their hearts.

They do not know whose heart is pounding.

They don’t need to know.

Their fist embrace,

And their first kiss in the snow will never be forgettable.
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Golf ( by Yearn Choi )

Golf

Those who enjoy leisure can enjoy this sport:

They see white butterflies from a small white ball on the grass;

They see the rainbow after shower from the trajectory of the ball

from the swing of the driver;

They see the blue sky with white clouds over the woods;

They see the peaceful mountain village where the rainbow lands;

They hear the sound of music from the ball dropping into the hole;

They hear the sound of 18 instruments from the 18 holes; and

They hear the orchestra at the end.

The front nine makes them two close friends.

The back nine makes them two closer friends.

The world is one green field to two friends.



The Mailman < by Yearn Choi >

The Mailman

The war ceased in 1953 after three years.

Soldiers are still guarding the 155-mile demilitarized zone

along the barbed wire on both sides.

Deer and other wildlife are dying from stepping on the man-made mines.

Seasonal birds are resting and looking for food

in the no-man’s land of 50 some years.

Those who were kidnapped and sent to the North have died there

without a postcard to their families in the South.

No one outside Korea knows this sad story that Korea is still divided and

forbidden to exchange letters between two Koreas and to visit relatives

since 1945. Cold War was over in 1990, but the war is still going on a small peninsula.

Picasso’s dove is carrying one green leaf on its beak.

That dove flying over the sky of the demilitarized zone

is carrying one postcard from the North to the South

that was written by the dead man unknown for years.

Dream ( by Yearn choi )

Dream

A small girl on the seashore

always sells her dream to me,

Whenever she has a dream in which

many schools of fish land on the shore.

She offers me all kinds of fish,

and she picks up all the seaweeds.

The dream in which seeing mother

and fish on the seashore

offers me a great omen for the day.

Don’t tell me,

“Dream is just a dream.”

I believe in the magic of dream

as much as the magic of science and technology.

A young boy knows mother’s love is

expansive as the sea

and the girl’s love is

equally expansive as the sea.

                                                   

My mother was reincarnated into my girl

in the sea village.



Deer ( by Yearn choi )

Deer

In the snowing trail,

I met a deer, a white-tailed deer.

In front of me, she stood still, and

just stared at me for a while.

My mother was looking at me

without a word

in the last days of her life;

Her eyes were in the deer’s eyes.

Something close to tears or crystal

remained as some sad stories untold

between the deer and I.

Snow, cotton-like snow,

falling, falling from the heaven

was covering my mother’s grave site

as the winter blanket.

The world is quiet, silent and soft.

Moon over the Arizona Desert ( by Yearn Hong Choi )

Moon over the Arizona Desert

There is one and only lover

among 600 million people on Earth.

The Earth has one and only moon.

Some planets have more than one moon.

Some don’t have one.

---I have entered your moon and become a fossil of your moon.