POETRY ART NIGHT

We had the pleasure of welcoming thirty poets a few weeks ago. It was a night of meeting interesting people from far and wide - the poets had workshop to write about the art that was up in the KURA, it added a new twist to our exhibitions and really loved people interacting and engaging with the pieces. 

Thank you very much Zoria for organizing

Here are a few poems 

Echo by Martin Berteloodt

O, holy choir,

Open

your throats of thorns

in porcelain pain.

By Ross Verik 

—--

silence. 

((scream))

silence. 

.

Smooth like oblivion, 

a body is a scar, 

a memory incarnate and yet

the needle finds no wounds to read, 

save for pits to be swallowed in…

.

                                             silence. 

By Zoria P K.

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Her mind imploded in on itself.

She held up a good fight

But she couldn’t keep it in anymore…

Heard of the porcupine’s dilemma?

The more they want to be close, 

the more they hurt each other,

the more they want to separate.

She was one porcupine

Crushing herself to please the majority

Wearing the multitude of omen

hiding her truth behind them 

But it’s okay now

Her pines have started falling.

-by Shimokini

Painting: Road to Home by Hiroki Nishiyama

I sense when you're sad

I always want to be by your side

I look back to make sure

You're with me on this walk of life.

By Simona

Dance on the Mirror by Yaeko Suzuki

She got buried today.

Lists, laundry, memories, nappies.

They asked if she could take more.

She didn’t have to answer.

She smiled, they nodded.

She got buried today.

Dreams, hopes, freedom, desires.

She asked if she could take more.

She didn’t have to answer.

She lifts the curtain up

and rises higher.

On a dark, elegant pedestal,

she walks forward.

By Ally Hongo 

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Wind from the Moon by Mariko Miyashita

Falling Leaves

Leaves, leaves

Hanging

In the shadows

Asleep

How

To write a poem

What is a poem?

What is time

The time of life

How

Does one write

In a time

Of horror

And violence?

By Eric Selland

Eight by Taketo Adachi (Skateboard)

I jump ahead

in a burst of speed,

flip the board —

no wheels

I see a face

in an afterimage —

my reincarnation

in the afterlife

Oh no —

I’m already dead…

By Yasumi Mei

no.1444_MANGA by COTOH (Piece on the left)

She runs through cities

as if gravity’s but a rumor,

light spilling behind her.

They built towers to contain her—

glass and steel,

rules and silence—

but she’s outgrown the blueprint.

Her reflection lingers 

in puddles and windows—

not to tether,

but to prove

she was once here.

 By Carolyn Ramoran Hamilton