Tanka: Kyoshin's Tanka ReA 'The Impassable Railroad Crossing' (51 Poems) Summary

There is nothing dire right before my eyes, yet things aren't going well, an impassable railroad crossing


《Kyoshin's Tanka = Tanka that is just as the heart is》 is what this is.

It is a collection of poems about the despair... loneliness... and faint light in daily life... well, all of it together is "love"!!...《Tanka of prayers and screams (I'll just call them Tanka)》🌱

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~The Impassable Railroad Crossing~

There is nothing dire right before my eyes, yet things aren't going well, an impassable railroad crossing


I'm very healthy by the numbers, but the hidden letter, morning comes again


Menopause, this irritation and sadness, all lumped together, the distant blue sky


Menopause, if I name it that, will the current me understand, will it forgive me?


Unstable, struggling, menopause, please give me a miracle drug, please give me the answer


The night will break, though it will soon be night again, advance in a spiral, menopause declaration


Doing laundry, cleaning, shopping, cooking, I feel like I'm being worked to the bone, in the cold sky


Is doing housework a matter of backbone or stubbornness? It's not kindness, is it? New Year's Eve, now


Year-end and New Year, housework gets harder and harder, I think of the greatness of my Showa-era mother


Drifted and washed ashore, my current location, I worked hard, you know, Mother


I want to believe that this path was the right one, even without grounds, I want to believe


Enough, stop regretting and stand tall, a scolding from Mother from deep within the gravestone

On the way home, the charge balance is 1111, somehow tomorrow seems like it will be a good day

A spell, I try whispering softly every day that now is the happiest time


Is that how it came? I'll call the unexpected damage dramatic


Silver medal, I swallow the sadness of not winning alone, and then


It's frustrating, I know you were working hard, let's cry together over the medal of frustration


You will be able to get well little by little, because we have all been watching you properly


Cloudy sky, the usual chocolate was delicious, just because of that, the wind is beautiful now


Bring it on, I shout with a trembling voice, the bluff is exposed, but still forward


Plum blossoms bloom, I was happy to think that I could go anywhere


When I did something different from usual, I received encouragement from someone I met


Cherry tree, whether it's blooming or not, it stands there quietly and gently


Passing by in the apartment's shared hallway, I get an answer from an old woman's smile


Commuting route, a hedge sticking out, on the way up the hill, a busy morning, the scent of roses


Refresh, trying hard to rest, and getting even more tired, a summer evening


Blue sky, dazzling sunlight, white clouds, if you think it's Hawaii, it becomes Hawaii


Individuality already exists without creating it, I walk silently through the scramble crossing


Night cicadas, they were so noisy, but when I suddenly looked at the moon, the sound of crickets


Bagged noodles, finished eating cold Chinese noodles, I say goodbye to my summer


Sweet wind, osmanthus dyeing the ground, a withered sunflower standing gently by its side


Oh, what is it, look at the trash bag I'm taking out today, I lived so much life in it


When sad, gently snuggling up and showing the way, Paul's song and Bakabon's Papa


Growth is not a purpose, nor is it a duty, it is a joy, that person said softly


Scattered pieces of feelings, connected, a deep stretch in the late-night bath


For now, a break, saying it's okay, let's eat something, the sound of rain is gentle


On the way home, I happened to meet an old acquaintance, oh, it's okay, I'll go down this path


Tangled, I pulled with all my might, the ring that came off is heart-shaped


The wind blows, the era of winning is over, the January sky whispers softly


It's crowded, we laughed together, I miss it, those days that weren't so long ago


It's quiet, we laughed even about things like that, I miss those lunch breaks


Solo trip, everyone else is doing fine, the mask couldn't hide my blurred eyes


I am, you know, your close contact, there are times when I'm happy to be able to say that


Fever went down, I thought I had passed through the tunnel, but the hail of coughs, in the other room too


Winter road, nothing but things not going well, the warmth of the tea I was suddenly given


Accumulation, a sound I can hear only now, thinking of the lost footsteps


Old songs, the me from those days is by my side, warm tears, strength, once again


I didn't achieve a shining medal, but if I have you, I can talk about the memories


A stuffed animal falling from the arm, oh, you wanted it, laugh it off, on to the next


I've been working hard by trial and error, always, even while feeling down, I believed in tomorrow


There is hope, so I believe and move forward, I will be happy, I am happy

Kyoshin's Tanka ReA Chapter: "The Impassable Railroad Crossing" (51 Poems) Summary

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