Saturday, January 18, 2020

Sign of Blue


The cloudy sky
was done by
a single brush stroke of grey,
carelessly, even senselessly.
Underneath
lives grew involuntarily
in a stifling atmosphere,
striving for
the slightest sign
of
 blue


The Energy String



All the energy
was channeled into
a single-colored string, which
connected all randomly scattered points,
formed a tortuous journey
winding through 
a multi-dimensional world of 
unknown




所有的能量
都被灌注于一条
单色的线,
连接起所有散乱的
点,
形成了
一条曲折的道路,再通向
多维度的
未知



Night Fog


Drifting in night fog
I watched my weightless thoughts
swimming effortlessly
towards
a timeless dream

Friday, December 14, 2018

Majestic Pine


December
the chemistry between
my ordinary self
and
a majestic pine
once again
struck
amidst the
coldest winter
air

Monday, June 4, 2018

June, I Said Hello to the Sun


When the first wave of summer heat came
in June, I set out alone
to greet the Sun
I wanted to see how faraway the horizon stretched
I wanted to know how tall maples and pines grew
I relished exuberant color of green
I rode on swift gusts of wind
The dandelion on the sidewalk - whom I secretly loved
nodded to me without knowing my ambition
Roaming clouds - whom I adored unreservedly, 
joined my journey without knowing my destination 
Oh June, I said hello to the Sun 
with long lost passion
telling her that I was ready to write 
another song of
myself


Saturday, May 12, 2018

The Scent of Gardenia


The scent of gardenia
sneaked out from shadows
collided with my morning ramble
spilled joy
all-over
my leafy garden of 
May




Friday, May 11, 2018

Lush Green of May

Peace
is depicted by
the lush green of May
overflowing
from a distant field  
into 
the tender heart of 
Spring




Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Fisherman and His Life


Perhaps
it was due to overwhelming melancholy
the fisherman walked down to the river
for a temporary rest

Perhaps, it was because the reeds
saw the footprints of the fisherman
seagulls made decision
to fly away from
noisy and madding crowd

Someone recalled the life under water
was like fish’s murmurs
vague and ephemeral;
someone also recalled
the life of fisherman -
fishing all day,
packing up net,
walking along river,
conversing
with rocks behind the reeds

Someone believed,
that the reeds overheard the conversation
but words were obscure
like sand grains
mixed with bubbles of tide waves

Perhaps, it was due to the wind,
the reeds never heard
what fisherman said
Perhaps
it was because fishing net
blocked the view
the reeds did not see
what really happened
to the fisherman
and his life




The Fisherman, printmaking, Max Kurzweil

*Translated /re-wrote from my early Chinese poem.

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打鱼人的生世

也许是 河边的枯草
不经意地
记下了打鱼人的脚印
江鸥 才飞过了许多
模糊的人迹 

有人回忆 
许多年前的水中生活 
就像是鱼 说一些 
转瞬即逝的梦语 

也许是 
像树叶一样多的忧郁 
盖满了眼睛 
疲倦的腿 
才去江边歇息 

有人回忆 
多少年后的打鱼人 
收起渔网 
空着笆篓踏过鹅卵石 
枯草听见他们对话 
像涨潮时的泡沫 
翻卷出的沙子 

也许是因为渔网 
挡住了视线 
枯草才不再回过头 
去看渔网后的天空 
也许是因为 
没有风 
吹散树叶 
枯草在石头后面 
 什么也看不清

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Sentiment


My sentiment grew
like any living organism -
broke womb, 
stumbled through the troubled puberty
endured the sorrow of
middle age
arrived
on the land of
innocence - where 
my consciousness
slept under
the unconscious
Moon





Sunday, March 13, 2016