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    dots Submission Name: September 21, 1945dots

    Author: Mieko
    Elite Ratio:    3.98 - 253/209/99
    Words: 1358
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       ...Well the entire thing is 8 pages long. I'm sorry. I love you? xD

    poetry/story fantribute to grave of fireflies

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    dotsSeptember 21, 1945dots

    1.) September 21, 1945
    “Looks like another one-
    He’s a goner; you can see it in his eyes…”
    Barely breathing, barely seeing-
    I felt numb all over, a dull, shattering light-

    …My sister…
    On September 21, after it had all been done
    I feel my mind… slip…
    I’ve been racing with life all this time
    And it looks like it’s finally won.

    You stand beside me-
    In spirit, in the night,
    And the fireflies guide me
    We’re going back.

    2.) Ghost

    A long way passed,
    The rubbish of war;
    The ghost of a building,
    Stands unmoving, unknown.
    A house has no spirit,
    So no one knows it was there…
    But I have a secret,
    That was our home, we shared.

    3) Air Fires
    On the faithful day,
    When embers fall from the sky.
    Taking away everything,
    I’d known throughout my life.

    Today we’re running,
    She’s tied to my back.
    We’re afraid but not crying-
    Fear jolts me along this treacherous track

    Don’t let go… don’t let go… don’t let go…

    4) Mother?
    You left before us.

    I wonder perhaps,
    Why you had to go.

    Your heart was weak
    Running would be hard

    Did you take your medicine?
    Your gentle breathing stops.

    They took your body,
    Your mangled up frame

    They threw you away
    Atop death’s claims

    You left before us.

    5.) Don’t cry, child
    “Mom is okay,” I lied,
    My baby sister cried-
    “I wanna see mommy!”

    She hugged her knees as I stood there
    Wanting so badly to comfort her
    How would she take it if she knew?
    I didn’t want to tell her the truth

    Cheer up, little girl
    I try to make her laugh…thinking, please…
    Don’t despair…

    6) Fruit drops

    We were to live with our aunt,
    In a different prefecture.

    And I had hidden some food,
    Deep down in the earth…
    Before the bombs hit.

    There was a whole lot of rice,
    And a huge jar of pickled plums,
    And there was a box of kimonos.

    But most important,
    A small red tin,
    Within it, candy-fruit drops.

    Small children,
    Love sweets.

    7.) Freeloaders

    As we stayed,
    With our father’s sister--
    Days we played while living with her.

    I was 12, my sister 4
    What could we possibly do?
    To help with the war.

    I entertained my sister,
    Songs and beach visits.
    Fireflies she tried too hard to catch.

    Time went on, and then my aunt said,
    “Freeloaders, go to bed!”
    My sister wailed for her mother.

    Kimonos, they were our mom’s…
    We sold them, and bought extra food-
    Our aunt took half the profit.

    But still she wanted more.
    She verbally pushed,
    Shoved, till I couldn’t stand it anymore.

    “This is the last straw.”

    We stopped living with her,
    “Now I’m the boss.”

    8.) Blindside, live like a focused drop

    As we left, (to spite her she said)
    My aunt looked after us in awe…
    “Take care,” She said, uncaringly,
    She assumed we’d go to other relatives.
    But I didn’t really know where they lived.

    My father once told me,
    When I was a smaller kid
    “Live your life to the fullest-
    Become a focused drop.”
    I was laughing at the time…
    I didn’t know what he meant.

    Today as me and my sister walk…
    It almost seems peaceful,
    Though we are alone:
    Where is our father?
    Is he waiting to come home?
    I’ve written him many times—no reply.

    Down by the river,
    A shelter is built
    My sister and I will stay there
    Live life without any guilt.
    We are no burden!

    9.) Starving in a dying land
    My mother’s money
    In the bank
    I took some out
    Hoping I could pay
    Food, bedding
    For our small cave
    I asked the farmer
    “I don’t have much to give.”
    So I bought a bit of food
    Though it wasn’t as much as
    You’d think.

    Foraging, eating
    My sister scratched her skin
    Developing rashes

    Are you okay?
    “It hurts. I’m hungry”

    Farmers wouldn’t, couldn’t
    Be paid
    They were hungry too, suffering…

    10) Gentleness

    Twilight, starry, moonlit night

    Echoes of everything.

    Here we are.

    Lights flicker everywhere.

    We catch them in a jar-

    Watch them gather.

    They brighten our faces.

    They make everything bloom-

    When the darkness became infinite…

    They light the way.


    11) Family Pride

    Money can’t buy food
    If the entire country is starved
    The price for a tomato?
    One leg, one arm

    I had enough money
    But I wasn’t in the right place
    I didn’t know where to go
    I couldn’t… help it

    I’m sorry.

    12) Grave
    Our lake, our lives
    A fleeting break,
    From blame and burden,
    But things would change.

    One morning, I found her..
    Digging in the ground.
    Her small hands shoveled,
    Dead fireflies we’d found.

    “Why do they have to die so fast?”
    She asked in a faraway tone,
    Life isn’t made to last forever…
    “Our aunt told me mother’s in a grave too…”

    “We’ll go visit her someday…” I counseled…
    Behind my eyes,
    I saw a grave not unlike the one she’d dug,
    So many thousands dead…
    Mother was one of them.

    13) Thievery

    So hungry.
    Dirt tastes like chocolate cake-
    I’d do anything for just one plate-
    Just one.

    Red, all over
    Her skin, her baby skin
    She’s gotten so very thin
    So sick

    Doctor, doctor-
    Save her life,
    Medicine for her?
    Food nutrition of life…
    How do I get that?

    Farmer’s goods, all over, unguarded
    Thievery! It’s okay…
    Nobody is around to say “no”

    I’m so ashamed, so

    Father, what would you say?

    14) Caught

    I wondered through the starlight
    Trying to find just one more morsel-
    For my sister and I to share

    In my eye shines a stray light,
    A yell and a dash, not alright
    By the farmer I’ve been found

    Dodge and beg and-
    Get punched around.
    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
    I’m drug off the ground.

    Police man.
    Juvenile delinquent
    The officer knows my gloom
    Sends the angry protagonist away.

    He says, “Would you like to stay?”
    But I’m already

    15) Father’s Lies

    The war is over?
    Have we won?
    Where are all of our soldiers?
    How long has it been done?

    The war is finished,
    No we did not win-
    Our soldiers, all dead
    It’s been 3 months since then.

    I was already broke,
    Clinging to false hope.
    I took my money and…
    Returned, hiding tears from Setsuko.

    16) She’s gone…

    Warnings are as silent as snow
    We ignore them, we won’t give

    She looks peaceful…
    Sucking on… candy?
    No, that’s a marble…

    “Don’t worry,” I panic, “I’ve brought food.”
    I scramble to prepare…
    I try to feed her a bit of it…
    But there’s no will to live in there…

    She closes her eyes, and slumber sets in
    Her breathing is shallow; her heart still beats within
    But I already know it’s too late
    Come next morning, she won’t wake.

    Ashes spared in a fruit tin…
    I took her with me…I left the cave.

    I ran so far away.

    17) Home Sweet Home

    Of all the places,
    On this earth.

    Of all the adventures,
    We have since birth.

    Where we return to,
    Where we call home—

    Seems to be the most important…
    Seems to be what we treasure more.

    Home isn’t physical,
    It’s not house painted red.

    Home is who we love and
    Where we can rest our heads.


    I can now return home.

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    | Posted on 2007-05-01 00:00:00 | by SAMEER | [ Reply to This ]
      This was amazingly well done. Just stark, dark, sad, molasses poetry, very nice reiteration of that movie. There is nothing more to be said.

    | Posted on 2007-01-31 00:00:00 | by Melora | [ Reply to This ]
      A very dark and sad poem, based, I believe upon a Japanese film of the same title ... not many people outside of Japan remain aware of the terrible devistation from the B-29 fire raids on the cities of Japan ... Hiroshima and Nagasaki were by no means the deadlest raids of the war ... a stark, very stark poem ... deftly done .... bravo ... Michael
    | Posted on 2007-01-11 00:00:00 | by Algol46 | [ Reply to This ]

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