Tanka - Kyoshin's Tanka 9 "Repechage" (40 poems) Summary

These are "Kyoshin's Tanka = Tanka that are just as the heart feels". They are "Tanka of prayer and screams (I'll just call them Tanka)" that I compose in my daily life🌱

At their core, they are "my own personal cheering songs" that say, 'There's a lot going on, but I'll cheer myself up!!'📣

So that the joy of living is not swallowed up by the sadness of living...🌸

Keep going with joy(and a sigh)!!!

Let's go happily while sighing!!!

I hope that this "breeze of Kyoshin's Tanka" might eventually become a cheering song for someone... "a cheer for you" as well...⭐️

This article is a #KyoshinTankaSummary that compiles my #KyoshinTanka, which I have been uploading daily as #AlmostDailyTanka, into Chapter 9: "Repechage"📒

I want to deliver the overwhelming impact unique to a summary format, with the feel of a book🌟🌟🌟

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~Repechage~

Gushing forth, I'm just one breath short, about to be crushed inside the coal tar.

Superficial techniques, surface-level words, in a small cage that creaks and warps.

Continuing tasks, I can't hear the fanfare, gathering items, what is the title?

Carnival, the light is too strong during the day, I try to sleep and let the time pass.

This isn't it, the pieces don't fit, they're missing, a jigsaw puzzle competing for rivalry.

It's too fast, I can't say yes or no, I just get through this moment with a fake smile.

Putting on a brave face, I reflexively smile to cover things up, continuing my journey by deceiving myself again and again.

Holding hands, laughing together, talking, and yet I am alone, still alone.

What am I protecting? Alone in a room without a lock, free to enter, free to escape.

A high tower, looking down on everyone but myself, snapping, envying, closing off, and freezing.

Intoxicated by a victim mentality, complaining and self-deprecating, pretending to regret as the nights pile up.

Complaints and dissatisfaction, stagnation and discord, making a big fuss, continuing the same old routine drama again today.

Straight ahead, the icebreaker keeps moving forward, pretending not to notice the creaking gears.

I can see through it all, on such a clear path, yet I had lost sight of my own coordinates.

Being useful, appealing through tactics, working hard; if I'm not like that, I won't be forgiven, will I?

Justifiable cause, reasons, excuses, evasions, I wander in search of sweet shackles.

Begging for tasks, I'm not being lazy, please evaluate me, piling up excuses, eyes averted.

Praise me, I want to be spoiled, I want to be rewarded, clutching a map from long ago.

Cloudy sky, not enough rain, can't find it, though there is a hint of a spring.

In this station concourse where so many people pass by, you are not here, I am not here.

Winter night, your voice cannot be heard, and my voice cannot reach you either.

I'm lonely, cold fingertips, creaking bones, so much time spent in vain.

Unreachable, slipping through and drifting away, the balloon goes far off on a clear winter day.

At the bottom of the water, starting over again? It's tough, that shimmering light is so far away.

After the rain, it was so light, why doesn't it last, the changing wind.

Stretched to the limit, surface tension, just a little more, how far will it go, or perhaps, just let it break

Tension, get closer to the model, don't drift away, even though you are allowed to be more free

White moon, deceiving with a gentle lie, saying it's okay, there's no need to be afraid

Self-suggestion, always repeating while crying, that no matter what happens, things will work out somehow

When I realize it, I'm whispering to myself, 'please help me,' even though I've been helped so much already

That's enough, you know you've been helped enough, don't you? Yes, I know

I know, I truly understand, the words I want to say, the words I wanted to hear

Without looking away, washing off my dirty palms, I want to stay dazed, in the sunset sky

Looking away, the feelings I had locked up, are spilling out in the shape of tears

The princess holding the blade of the falling castle, gently untying her trembling hands

Diffuse reflection, the morning light illuminates the room; starting something new is not scary at all.

Taking on the challenge, even if I return to zero, I revive; Mario keeps moving forward, again and again.

Climbing the cliff face, what to do next, what will happen; numb hands and feet, the scenery I will encounter.

I don't know the melody or the steps, I don't understand, but let's sing and dance, as if surrendering to it.

Loosen the tense heart, well, it's fine; here and now, I am, the changing sky.

Kyoshin's Tanka 9 "Loser's Bracket" End (40 poems)

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