He scribbled a note of love for me. His words didn't match his actions. I would trade a thousand lovenotes for one affectionate kiss. Yielding to time's passage, I had come to accept his cage of #duplicity.
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#vss365#Duplicity
(日本語版は下に)
Mid-Journey——
in a small Romanian town,
I spent a night in a guesthouse
where the window would not close
and the shower never warmed.
The floorboards spoke
each time I turned in bed.
I listened to the rain
longer than I slept.
Yet before sunrise,
the old woman who ran the place
brought me a bowl of soup,
wrapped bread in a clean cloth,
and showed me the road
to the bus stop.
At the door,
she opened her guestbook.
"Would you leave a few words?
It means so much to me."
I held the pen
above the waiting page.
"A wonderful stay,"
I wrote.
"I would gladly return."
She smiled as though
the room itself had grown warm.
I knew I would not return.
I only wanted
her kindness to be remembered
without the cold.
Outside, the first bus
was breathing into the rain.
I took her kindness with me.
My duplicity remained,
still wet on the page.
The stranger who would trust those words
had not yet arrived.
旅の途上のルーマニアの小さな町で、旅人は古い宿に一泊しました。窓はきちんと閉まらず、シャワーのお湯はいつまでたっても温かくなりませんでした。寝返りを打つたびに床板が声を上げ、旅人は眠っていた時間よりも長く、雨の音に耳を傾けていました。
それでも日の出前になると、宿を切り盛りする老婦人が温かいスープを運んできてくれました。清潔な布にパンを包み、バス停までの道も丁寧に教えてくれたのです。
玄関で、老婦人は宿帳を開きました。「何か一言、書いていただけませんか。私にはとても大切なことなんです」
旅人は白いページの上でペンを止めました。そして、こう書きました。
「素晴らしい滞在でした。ぜひまた泊まりたいです」
老婦人は、まるで部屋そのものが温かくなったかのように微笑みました。
旅人は、もう二度とこの宿に戻ることはないと知っていました。ただ、あの親切だけは、部屋の寒さと切り離して記憶に残しておきたかったのです。
外では、始発のバスが雨の中で白い息を吐いていました。
旅人は老婦人の優しさを持って去りました。しかし、旅人の欺瞞は、まだ乾ききらないインクとなって、宿帳のページに残りました。
そして、その言葉を信じる見知らぬ旅人は、まだ到着していなかったのです。
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It was not altruism,
just plain old duplicity,
His purpose was selfish,
but no one saw the snake.
Lending a shoulder for their worries,
Singing a song to make them laugh,
He would do everything in his power,
to goad others into letting their guard down.
He followed a pattern,
Every first time savored immensely,
He would follow it up,
with a calculated display of his mask.
Wavering scents of manipulation,
neatly disguised as compassion,
No one was the wiser,
His journey of harvesting the souls continued.
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#BraveWrite (Altruism)
#moonmystic (singing a song)
#OurPoetryX (Wavering scents)
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Behind smiling masks
#Duplicity clouds the truth
Kindness speaks plainly
Like the last leaf that refuses to fall
Stand firm through changing winds
Stay true to yourself
Less pretence, more heart
Choose honesty over disguise
Simplicity is strength
#vss365#DeCrescent_prompt
胸藏丘壑觀天地
腦蘊古今衍盛衰
In the breast lie hills and valleys,
to behold the vault of heaven and earth.
In the mind lie ages past and present,
to unfold the rise and the fall of all things.
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Gotta go out
Earn a living
Never enough
Feeling sucked out
Today has been spent
Future sold off
Where do I go?
What’s left to do?
Pour myself a drink
Climb into the #bottle
Get lost for awhile
Come back tomorrow
Start over again
Create new sorrows
#vss365#poetry
"Sholmes, a #bottle of ink has been stolen from the police station"
"Interesting. Geriarty is becoming ambitious, Hatson"
"Why would he need ink?"
"To rewrite his criminal record, my friend.He clearly dislikes the original"
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Finally.
Shards of glass flew all over the kitchen floor.
And her feelings that were stuffed inside splattered on the walls, ceilings, and every surface.
Finally.
#vss365#bottle
Green corked #bottle
on ice
canvas flapping
as I hold her hand
and we gaze upon
a sunset painted sky
Jeopardy of poetry
at work
behind our eyes
Words of colour
words of fate
words that sometimes
come out great
Glasses tinkle
to the bell
away upon the shore
~Sailing
splendid nighttime journey
with the one
that I adore
#vss365 #bottle
#LovePoetry
獨立寒秋天欲晚
衆觀皓月意難平
Alone I stand in autumn’s chill,
as day begins to fade.
The crowd admires the brilliant moon—
yet still my heart is unabated.
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Memories reshape,
Time edits what the heart holds dear,
Truth blooms through new eyes.
A #bottle of dreams,
a book on a rainy afternoon,
Each page whispers change.
We outgrow the past,
Rewrite your story with grace,
New paths bloom within.
#vss365#DeCrescent_prompt
秋深柿暖人間味
歲晚菊寒聖界香
Deep autumn, persimmons red—
the flavor of the human world.
Late in the year, chrysanthemums pale—
the fragrance of the sacred realm.
☀️
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One God, cosmic #boss,
Wakes up the sleepy city,
Stars witness His rule.
Divine duo moves,
Quietly runs each errand,
Keeps the ledgers true.
Good and bad deeds weighed,
No soul escapes the balance,
Karma knows its own.
#vss365#DeCrescent_prompt 🍃
In a season of losses
Having good #bosses
Has tipped the scales
Made up for life’s failures
Despite all of their stresses
They’ve transformed life's messes
Into an oasis
Lamplight in the darkness
I’m lucky to call them my friends
And know that when my story ends…
#vss365