Futile Hope For Liberty
© Surazeus
2026 04 25

When the black-necked crane of her wounded heart
flaps mordantly above pale bare-limbed woods,
Yi Soo-ah leans back in red leather seat
and sighs with rattle of fast iron wheels
in train that winds along the river shore
far away from house where her mother died.

Late winter shadows of high mountain peaks
shroud valley of plum trees in thoughtful hope
at haunting melody of the jade flute
because she is unaccustomed to grief
that guides her way along the unseen track
outside classifiable frame of faith.

Walking alone along the winding road
among plum trees that rustle secret truths,
Yi Soo-ah pauses by the cement bridge
and gazes shocked at the car-wounded deer
that trembles halfway down steep slope of weeds
till she kneels and cries for its innocence.

Though we exist in world of fragile souls,
our hearts swell strong with bravery of fear
at flash of silver clouds over bare trees,
Yi Soo-ah whispers to the flowing stream
that shimmers over time-smoothed stones of fate,
yet wonders if the sparrow understands.

Small sparrow with chestnut crown and gold wings
explains that all organic bodies die
but atoms forming frames of psychic force
fall in soil where roots transform them to plums,
so Yi Soo-ah plucks purple fruit of hope
and gasps with pleasure to consume Rain Soul.

Startled at sudden clatter in the woods,
Yi Soo-ah backs against the power pole
when older gray-haired man in prison suit,
face and arms streaked with blood of urgent fear,
stumbles on the road and falls to his knees,
heart clanging with terror of wordless truth.

Pressing thick blood-stained book of poetry
in careful distress of her trembling hands,
the gray-haired prisoner stares in her eyes
with ache of longing that she understands,
then flees into grim shadow of the woods
when platoon of soldiers with guns appear.

Wincing at gunfire and scream of despair,
Yi Soo-ah runs dusty road into town,
slouches on bench outside small grocery store,
and drinks cold soda as she shakes from shock,
then cries quietly as she reads his poems
about his futile hope for liberty.

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