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miyako73
05-07-2012, 02:48 PM
EXT.
ON THE HILL -
JUST BEFORE DAWN

Bamboo: I go
Where the wind
Wants me to.

Moon: I'm free,
From West to East,
Here to there.

Bamboo: Your'e up there
Among comets
And stars.

Moon: You're down there
Among grasses
And shrubs.

The bamboo feels slighted,
The moon looks proud,
They continue.

Bamboo: I'm powerless
In my world,
On this hill.

Moon: I'm golden
In my sky,
My universe.

Bamboo: You're a mirror
That can't see
Its own shadow.

The moon gets mad
Upon hearing the truth
He cannot bear.

Moon: You're a tree
That can't reach me
Forever in eternity.

The bamboo remains
Meek but resilient
In her humble words.

Bamboo: I don't bear
Sweets and blossoms,
Nuts or fruits.

Moon: I know my words,
My meanings, my rhymes,
My forms.

Bamboo: You're the wisest,
But the heaven
Remains empty.

The bamboo points
Its leaves, its twigs
Up to the clear sky.

Moon: You'll never be
Like me
In your gloomy forest.

The moon smirks,
Mocks,
And laughs.

Bamboo: I don't want
To be like you,
A big dot to my eyes.

Moon: I don't want
To know you
And what you do.

A shooting star falls,
An airplane passes by,
They pause.

Moon: I give light,
I amuse lovers,
I complete landscapes.

Bamboo: I give shelter,
Ladles and Food,
For children, wooden toys.

Moon: You're nothing
But skewers
And chopsticks.

Bamboo: You're just that,
Boring circle,
Ripe yellow, not even gold.

The angry moon yells,
But his voice
Is no longer a thunder.

Moon: I'm important,
I'm wise,
I'm the universe.

The worried bamboo
Gathers her leaves
To cover her saplings.

Bamboo: I'm my shoots,
My leaves, my shade,
My wood.

Moon: You are nothing,
Nothing,
Nothinggggg!

Bamboo: I am,
I am...
I am still existing.

The sun rising,
The bamboo swaying,
It is already dawn.

PrinceMyshkin
05-07-2012, 03:54 PM
I find this hard to interpret. Is it meant to mock the arrogance or narcissism of the two of them or do you incline more toward one or the other? And then - primarily - what is the meat of their competition?

miyako73
05-07-2012, 04:01 PM
One is glorified by himself, by astronomers and astrologers, while the other exists in the margins clinging onto her roots.

It is also about moments. There are moments for the moon, and there are for the bamboo. I just wrote what were in my head after reading an arrogant poem.

miyako73
05-07-2012, 06:01 PM
The meat of their competition? The hill, for god's sake, not even a mountain. The hill where the moon hovers above as if he owns it and where the resilient bamboo just wants to grow.