2015 Sejong Writing Competition
Winning Entries :: Sijo
Overcoming the Limitations
They laughed when he struggled in his wheelchair, begging to join them.
They laughed when they heard him speak an awkward string of gibberish.
They saw him stand from the chair with determined eyes. They did not laugh.
The walls are caving in,
I don’t know how much longer I can survive.
Is anyone coming for me?
Does anyone realize that I'm missing?
The door creaks opens. “Found ya!”
my sister says with a smile. “You’re it!”
Again and again you ask me the same thing, "Who do you like?"
Each and every time, I refuse to tell. It is my little secret.
For some reason, I cannot find a way to say that it is you.
The pleasure of the floral,
how it appeals with smooth colour.
The soothing scent tags along,
the soft petals so delicate.
What a shame that your arrival means
the departure of a friend.
The morning sky so picture perfect and nature calling to me
The sweet birds singing in my ear, it almost seems like a dream.
Then I realize I’ve just been on Instagram and Twitter.
For the World
Soft petals fall on the ground joining the once fragrant blossoms
A powerful gust of wind lifts the petals into the air
Scattering thin pink pages into the silence of the world
A Broken Home
Where’d you go? You promised you'd be home, but you haven't shown.
What went wrong? Was it that time? Why do I miss you? Please, come home.
Singing a drunken lullaby, in hollow ground, together, at home.
The butterfly effect is the fragile dependence on beginnings.
We started simply: the study of time between yesterday and someday.
If a moth sprouts from silk when no one is looking, will it still learn to fly?
A lone wolf howls through the night, his grief ringing in the air.
Sitting alone in my room, I shudder at the sound of his sorrow.
Perhaps I could join him, two lost creatures seeking comfort.