【I love Dodoitsu】'24.8.6

Ohayou Yonechan-san is going to make a book of Dodoitsu.✨


I will be participating in this project.
The submission period is from June 7, Reiwa 6, to July 5, Reiwa 7.
Please see the article below for details.

Ohayou Yonechan
I look forward to working with you.💞

The butterfly on the obi flutters and sways, matching my mother's at the summer festival.

And so,
I created a background using AI illustration for the first time to go with this Dodoitsu.
I had always wanted to try making AI illustrations myself someday,
and through this article by Hiiro-san,
I learned about the AI illustration tool that Hiiro-san loves to use,
which allowed me to take on this challenge.
Thank you, Hiiro-san.💞

Now, pairing the Dodoitsu with the AI illustration~

Thank you for reading.

Tomorrow is Risshu (the first day of autumn).
The intense heat continues,
so please take care of yourselves.🌸

May 2025

Ohayone-chan's "Can I make a Dodoitsu book?" project.
In addition to the Dodoitsu posted on August 6, 2024,
I would like to request 14 stanzas (chapters).

Ohayone-chan's words: "Because Dodoitsu is fun."✨

I am supporting you from the sidelines!💕🤗

Pushing through the forest of budding young leaves, do the waves of wisteria rise to the heavens?

The wind stops in the fresh green leaves of May, on the path where star jasmine blooms.

From here on are Dodoitsu poems I previously posted on note and X.

The apple rabbit with red ears hopped up, jumping at the moon in the window.

Wrapped in the scent of hot spring minerals, I gaze at the hot spring town, a town of dreams.

Looking up at the heavens, the blue of the sky cleanses my heart; it is a clear day today.

A night wearing the white garment of the first frost, placed there without a word.

The crane weaves, plucking out its own feathers, and I caught a glimpse of the repayment of kindness.

Tears in the eyes of the clown who plays the fool in front of everyone.

In the vast ocean where life drifts, I listen to the sound of my mother's heart.

Shining with clear eyes, reflecting without clouding, a mirror of pure truth.

Like a plum knot that heralds spring, so that even an invisible heart may not come undone.

Your words light a fire in the core of my wilting heart.

The white of the snow hides the color of the spring-announcing flower, faintly tinged with red.

Counting the years, the white plum blossoms bloom fragrantly for this very day.

May it become a wonderful 'Book of Dodoitsu'✨

Thank you for your support🌸