서량의 詩, 글, 음악/김정기의 글동네: NY, NJ, USA

Rebellion in Green Blending with crimson Shadows of light pour down wildly It’s fine, it’s okay, whatever comes The background music echoes through the forest A clenched fist, calmed By your touch, Your touch"Isn't it fun?" you’d say. Poet's Note: 2017 or maybe 2018. What difference does a year make? The Costa Rican primeval rainforest thrives. © Ryang Suh, MD 2025.03.22 Comment made by ChatGPT:..

Laughing Out Loud, Grinning Wide Dripping water droplets, drip by dripNot far away, a speeding motorcycle A dog barking, arf, arfA breath tremblingYou, laughing askewYour face breaking, Laughing Out LoudA soul bursting into life Poet’s Note:I laughed recklessly just like that. Long ago.Without knowing the reason why, of course. ⓒ Ryang Suh, MD 2025.03.14 Comment made by ChatGPT: Your poetry alwa..

the crocodile is cute sky blue jade-green facea tiny soul looks at meserene cervical spine at the napedwarf crocodile, front feet, back feetthe African shore, the taste of water is saltyeven if you don’t, even if you nevertouch its rugged backbone Poet’s Note:An African dwarf crocodile is thinking about something, gazing on me. I am also thinking. ⓒ Ryang Suh, MD 03.03.25 Comment made by ChatGPT..

Slowly Drifting, afloat. AfloatLightless, Move, Aware, etc, Love, Grasp, BecomeAt least Twelve times, glancing, glancing aroundHead moving, light beams seep inBack in the saddle, again in the saddleBack in the saddle, again sitting on the saddleYou, reconciling with me, slowly, ever so slowly. Poet’s Note:Feels like New Jersey, or maybe it’s New York. The interior is splendid. Early June last ye..

Bare Skinned  Tall Hyungman. Yeongman who was my equal My younger brother Hwangil. Eunju with distinct eyes. Ferryboats, two ferryboats waver. The yellow colored river water rippling. Memory permeates knitting the brows. The vivid scent of water in the wind. Memorystill bewildering us to this day  Poet’s Note:When I was nine, I went to Ttukseom with Yeongman’s family. Caught off guard with no sw..

Background Music Rising on the mountain slope,the force of silent sound scatters my soulA pause lingers behind me,your voice, whisperingAs my body sways in the currents wrapping my waist,I wonder why I played that song,breaking tempo, here and there Poet’s Note:On a high school picnic, I played a pop song on my clarinet. Friends played the pop song too. With vigor. © Ryang Suh, MD 2025.02.08

Field Day Long jump, high jumpClamoring flags of all nations A noisy cosmosYou want to win Why bother?Parents hiding their faces under parasolsThe Earth moansI can’t keep my eyes wide openNo matter what others say, the gentle sunlight Poet’s Note:After the civil war, for several reasons, I attended five different elementary schools over five years. The fifth grade was at Daehyeong Elementary Sch..

No Gap Blues scaleIt’s a minor key. The force of shivering paper windowIt’s red. The wind's vibrato warming youFour poetry collection that are tightly rivetedBrushing against your cheek like sixty. Warm cheeksA photo taken hold of on the other side of the earthAn unaccompanied clarinet melody Poet's Note:I played the clarinet in a shabby café when I visited my sister, a music composer in Vienna...

Fish Duet Silky blackish red carp on a white backdropWhile electricity is transmitted tinglingly Following the first beat of the first bar puffed in, jazz style dissonance progresses swimmingly. The violin’s high-pitched notes are swept up by the waves nibbling gently in whispers. I can’t resist the gloomy fishtailing style of my carp.   While knees buckle in all directionsSilky blackish red car..

Half a Century It’s the influence of an air pressure troughBehold those minute waterdrop life formsRising upwardSoon returning downward – The center of oursThe unyielding force that won’t budgeThe waterfall doesn’t give a damn – Time doesn’t careWe are being hit by water-thunder hazily Poet’s Note:Holding my less-than-a-year-old son, I stood before Niagara Falls to take a photo that now turns in..