by Sanko Lewis
Jung Yung Ho
Who is the victor?
Golden sunlight breaks through the window.
Darkness cowers away like a loser.
While sunlight is yet at its brightest,
Darkness is already creeping towards revenge.
Fall is falling
Fall is falling,
stumbling,
running away
from the sharpened daggers of the wind.
Smart phone
Devoted to the Bible of (Post-)Modernism,
we hold enlightenment in the palm of our hands:
reading news,
playing games,
listening to music,
taking pictures,
texting,
whispering to our lovers.
We have all grown fireflies in the palm of our hands:
feeding it with electricity,
and with our devoted souls.
Hong Yoon Ki
Requiem
When I play a key
you smile and come to me
and the heavenly melody—
I am the pianist.
When I play another key
on my cheek you kiss me;
it is a heavenly melody—
I am the romanticist.
When I play yet another key
you lean on me and cry endlessly
because of the heavenly melody—
I am the comforter.
When I played the wrong key
you leave me;
broken melody—
I am the mourner.
Last Winter’s Sea
on the lonely sand
I’m carefully listening to the shattering waves
that scream as they break
on my heart
which I lay down as an offering
nearby the murmuring sea
I hear the sound of teardrops falling
of whispering towards the lighthouse
where I lay down my memories
near a bottle of cold brandy
I hear someone’s bitter grief
whispering over the horizon
I still remember last winter’s sea
where you lay down
your heart for me
###
Sanko Lewis is a university lecturer in Seoul, South Korea. His teaching focus is in English Literature and Creative Writing. He is also a poet, graphic designer, editor and martial arts instructor. You can find out more about him at his website: www.sankolewis.com
