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Takara

time
wilting into,
dead summer winds, willow
trees

going home, going nowhere, going
cell-phone mobile

this is the dawn of the midnight sun
salt water to ease the fear-
nocturne
as doorways,
you were almost there

wine
drifting into,
desperate afternoon avenues
along serene rivers and the snow
the ashes

i found you in our sandbox out back behind the old woods
crying, dying, so old
now
i never knew the truth
was plagued and played in saxophones & cigarettes;
as indigo as a slow train, burning
going into misfortune
out of tune
this old truth
as if nothing else matters

do we lie? considering ourselves
laying in between the heres & theres
listening to propaganda & God on the radio
that was never there-
just cold white static voices
the day my country made the unforgettable fires
upon yours:
August 6, 1945

i never cared that your name was Takara

you will always be my treasure.
"Sainara"

"Bai bai."

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On Friday April 6th, 2007, Tonights Decision (166) writes:

when i was a child.. i had a friend, whose family came from japan. We sometimes visited his old grandfather,and apart from the exotic weapons on his walls that sparked the imagery of young kids

On Friday April 6th, 2007, Tonights Decision (166) writes:

i remember a faded photo that dominated one of the the walls in his living room, a photo of family members that was lost in the war..and whenever someone asked about it, there was a akward silence in the room..

On Friday April 6th, 2007, Tonights Decision (166) writes:

it was something that in this family was only meet with stoic silence.. Your poem is are those chilhoodmoments of lingering sorrows in a faded photo and the suddenly tired eyes of an old man...

On Friday April 6th, 2007, Tonights Decision (166) writes:

And i hope itss ok that couldnt express myself in fewer words regarding what this poem meant for me..

On Tuesday April 10th, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1103) writes:

Thank you - in case you do not know, Takara is Japanese for "Treasure".

On Thursday March 22nd, 2007, raskal (210) writes:

I can only echo what's already been said -this is phenomenal -'i found you in our sandbox...' amazing

On Friday March 2nd, 2007, Bella Butchery (1140) writes:

for some reason you always make me feel like im on a lonely street corner with a trumpet, under a dim streetlamp. trully you were born in the wrong century for the appreciation of a true artist, you should have your own website.

On Friday March 2nd, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

weeping willow? Dead summer winds. The landscape was never more haunted.

On Friday March 2nd, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

this has become one of my favourite poems because on the basis of the info divulged and shared I can feel myself in the narrator's mind; the tale unfolding...the opening lines whisper very hauntedly; I wish I had more bookmarks - I keep saying that. *Poem

On Friday March 2nd, 2007, carlosjackal (1717) writes:

You said that to me an' all...you cock-tease!! :P

On Friday March 2nd, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

*Poem Of The Month!!!*

On Thursday March 1st, 2007, blue (1741) writes:

bah! I quit. Fucker. =) ~b

On Friday March 2nd, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1103) writes:

Uhmm, how 'bout I write something like: "Mary Alice wore satin clouds, her head was as big as a mouse, the next day her house caught fire, and the Walrust eggman came to laugh?" ~The Big Cloud Egg Poem!

On Friday March 2nd, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

uh....I would like to read the Big Cl....in full please :D - haha

On Thursday March 1st, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

Takara is a toy company theat made the toys that essentially Hasbro bought that became "Transformers"; anyhow that trivia aside, this epoch seemed very melancholically reflective...as though a war veteran reminiscing on the Hiroshima incident? I'm not sur

On Friday March 2nd, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1103) writes:

Takara also means 'treasure' in Japanese. And yes, the images of Hiro/saki were intentional. It is an old war veteran's memory of the time, the horror, and the love of the girl from the 'other' country; fictional to the heart.

On Friday March 2nd, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1103) writes:

i didn't know about the Hasbro "Transformers" toy company; heh, there is a certain dark irony in there: as Japan was absolutely transformed. But we good ole Americans helped them after those "unforgettable fires".

On Thursday March 1st, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

I'm not sure, as they initial stanzas seem to be reflecting a mixed up montage of flashbacks and the here and now...curiously compelling poetry

On Thursday March 1st, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

having looked into this they called the bomb "Little Boy" which might explain (or not?) your 'sandbox' child-like metaphor feel in this poem.....dropped by the crew of Enola Gay on Aug 6th 1945

On Friday March 2nd, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1103) writes:

Enola Gay did indeed drop the first of the A-Bombs "Little Boy" (from the Manhattan Project) - nice research, or memory. Nice pick on the "Little Boy" in the sandbox metaphor! Kudos!

On Thursday March 1st, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

"as indigo as a slow train" makes me think of toy trains/indigo blood....or almost the lesions of burns that all the civilians would have suffered...slowly dying? Hmmm...the deepness of the poem's metaphors seem to reverberate here...this is is an offbeat

On Thursday March 1st, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

way to make a profound poetic statement

On Friday March 2nd, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1103) writes:

many... thanks.

On Thursday March 1st, 2007, Mylissa (1075) writes:

This was absolutely amazing. you are such an inspiration. I also got the post card...it was gorgeous. :) Thank you!

On Wednesday February 28th, 2007, Anna Helianthus (1136) writes:

this is so beautiful..i felt bits of sadness delicately laced throughout this. "i never knew the truth was plagued and played in saxophones & cigarettes" brilliant, jon. you've struck quite an emotion in me with this.

On Wednesday February 28th, 2007, Sin (1639) writes:

i dont often comment on your works, simply because i would ramble on about how amazing you are and once youve been told that so many times they just become empty words..

On Wednesday February 28th, 2007, Sin (1639) writes:

but know that i was here, i read, and i appreciate every word you share with us *tips hat* ~kristy

On Thursday March 1st, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

that's me outta work....:(

On Wednesday February 28th, 2007, carlosjackal (1717) writes:

Really enjoyed this piece, excellent as always, Jon. I would have probably ended the poem on "August 6, 1945", just to give it that cliffhanger-impact.

On Wednesday February 28th, 2007, carlosjackal (1717) writes:

Woah....*bows* I am most honoured you took on board my advice like that. *tips hat Bob Dylan-style* Thank you, ta!

On Thursday March 1st, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

what is it with all these hat tipper stealers....MY JOB!!!!! hehehe...oops

On Friday March 2nd, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1103) writes:

Hey! Don't knock the tipping hats, Mr. Hatter! Don't forget the Zeppelin song, "Hats off to (Roy) Harper"... heh! But you are the mad-magic hat man! Ta(h)-ta(h)!

On Wednesday February 28th, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1103) writes:

TA! Thank you; I appreciate your crtique as much as your "enjoyed" comments. To a degree, i considered what you said (obviously) and yea, the poem does have a certain weight to end on the date in the way you describe: I just felt I needed a bit of a...

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