🌐I Didn't Intend to Write Poetry | Daily Slips and Trips

I didn't intend to write poetry

　Since I started writing poetry on note, I've been thinking, 'This is strange, I'm not really that familiar with writing poetry. Why am I doing this?'

　It might make people angry if I bring up Tahi Saihate's poetry, but I was impressed by her poetry collections even though I didn't fully understand them, so when I read them, I thought that the act of writing that kind of world was something unrelated to me.

　But I felt happy when I realized that there is poetry that I can write.

　My fingers start moving to write something. Words that are neither factorization nor slips and trips start to string together.

'Ah, it's like poetry.'

The first time I wrote it, I had no intention of writing poetry.

　Since it had come out, I gave it the name 'poetry' and published it.

Poetry from elementary school

　I remembered something about poetry.

　I remembered that when I was in elementary school, a poem I wrote was selected by the class, and I read it aloud myself during the school's lunchtime broadcast.

　So it wasn't a world I was completely unfamiliar with. That's what I thought.

　I don't think I would have written poetry if there hadn't been a class at school that told us to write it.

　Even though I didn't have a habit of writing poetry spontaneously, so many years have passed since that memory. It's interesting that I'm here now, writing poetry from time to time.

Poetry starts with 'I wonder why'

　Since I was a child, coming up with poetry was about discovering 'I wonder why?'

　Why does it feel like I'm falling into the sky?

　Why does it feel like the sound is disappearing?

　Why does a ladybug look like a toy?

　Small feelings of discomfort were the seeds of my poetry.

I wondered why, but can things like this become poetry?

Sometimes, things I think that about do turn into poetry.

In Love with the 'Now' of the World

When I see a world that becomes poetry, I think I am in love with the 'now' of the world.

I gaze at the world as if dreaming, lost in a daze.

When one dreams, one is alone.

The lonely feeling at that moment overlaps with the beauty and mystery of the world, and perhaps takes the form of 'my heart is moved, yet I feel lonely.'

Seeing the Other Side of People

When I look at people, I end up seeing their other side.

Sometimes it's loneliness, sometimes it's solitude,

and sometimes I see the opposite.

Just like a bright lyric set to a minor-key melody, or a somber lyric set to a major-key melody,

I see something like the music flowing within that person.

I see the complex colors of that person.

It didn't happen because I wanted to see someone; I see people that way because that is who I have always been.

I see, so this is what I take the side of. I feel like I finally understand it now that I've put it into words.

I am also the one who confirms things while writing.

Understanding the reason why I see things the way I do, I feel as though a sense of relief has returned.

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