Passion - Reading Van Gogh (6. Sunflowers)

6. Sunflowers

Grief

was once consumed

vibrantly

hence metamorphosed

into a new life form

fostered by

the joyance

of sun-

light

Impression - Reading Monet (3. Sunrise)

3. Sunrise

The Sun

reluctantly

woke up from

her morning dream

carelessly

dropped some

whispers in water -

broke the calm

reflection into

pieces of

dancing

ripples

Passion - reading Van Gogh (5. Cypress and Stars)

5. Cypress and Stars

Nurtured by red soil

the ever-growing cypress

finally

reached the night sky

joined

the passionate

dance of

Stars

Passion - Reading Van Gogh (4.Yellow Houses)

4. Yellow Houses

The brightly painted

yellow houses

are wide open

eyes

of

a tormented soul

look at world

with a burning

desire for

life

Impression - Reading Monet (2. Lilies and Lily Pads)

2. Lilies and Lily Pads

The intimacy between

lilies and lily pads

is hidden inside

their reflection, where

the Sun

sets

peace-

ful-

ly

Passion - reading Van Gogh (3. A peach tree)

3. A peach tree

A peach tree

is a colorful resort, where
a restless mind
temporary rests
in the tender bosom of

pinkish

spring

Passion - reading Van Gogh (1. Passion)

1. Passion

A naked soul

followed the heat of Sun

to southern country

resided in the middle of

the naked field

strived to grow

life

with his

naked

brushstrokes

Passion- reading Van Gogh (2. August)

2. August

Sky was paint yellow

mountains flowed in blue

silent field was disturbed by aimless wind ---

Oh, another fervent August

with all vibrant colors

struggled

to explain a soul

overloaded

with grief

Impression - reading Monet (water lilies)

1. Water lilies

Today, water lilies never seem so satisfied

with the dim light of dusk ---

that's why they jumped into water

interrupted

the conversations between

trees

and their

reflections

Mystery - reading Odilon Redon (Seashell)

2. Seashell

Seashell

is not from ocean

but the heart of

tender

flesh

bleeding from

the slightest

cut of

love

Mystery - reading Odilon Redon (Mystery)

1. Mystery

Colors was toned in blue

shaped

as a face

a mystery was created

somewhere in between

an inviting smile, and

an unexpected

story

line

Abstract --- reading Paul Klee (12. Depth)

12. Depth

All creatures

are flattened on

a 2D surface, yet

lives grow into depth

stealthily

by some

carelessly sprinkled

green

Abstract --- reading Paul Klee (11. Flying Boats)

11. Flying boats

Time
is folded as
blank paper
by the hands of

day
by day
unfolded as

flying boats

by the hands of

children

piece

by
piece

Abstract --- reading Paul Klee (10. The dance of the West)

10. The dance of the West

Someone is happy today, for

the colorful dance of the West
suddenly
slowed down his rhythm
into monotone
composed by
Chinese
calligraphy

Abstract --- reading Paul Klee (9. Stairways)

9. Stairways

Stairways
are leading us
to Unknown, yet
a heaven is under design

on the other side of roads
by many musical

keys

dis-

played
child-
ishly

Abstract --- reading Paul Klee (8. Vision)

8. Vision

It's not the color
but our vision
that blent the voice of dusk
with a handful of

misty
Sunrise

Abstract - reading Paul Klee (7. A Southern Garden)

7. A southern garden

A southern garden

was sliced

into segments

by an abstract

mind

in search of

innocence

The shadow of a pine tree

Light or dark

is decided by

the shadow of a pine tree, who

stretches her arms

ahead of

an ordinary

day of

May

Abstract --- reading Paul Klee (6. The Color of Orange)

6. The color orange

The color orange
is invading
in blue, which

is toned in

D

Minor

Abstract --- reading Paul Klee (5. Hermitage)

5. Hermitage

Living in hermitage

is a process
of constructing
a colorful sanctuary
inside an unknown structure -

surrounded by
a greater

unknown

Abstract --- reading Paul Klee (4. My Fairy Tale)

4. My fairy tale

The spotlight
is on an ancient arena ---

a warrior was fighting alone

oversea
Shattered helmet and bloody spear

tangled with

unknown devils - that's how

the legend was passed on
that's how
my fairy tale
is

told

Abstract --- reading Paul Klee (3. The World That Once Surrounded Fishes)

3. The world that once surrounded fishes*

The world

that was once surrounded by fish

had lost
inside a geometric
fishbowl
thus the fish became naked ---
they gazed at
each other
while consuming
the rest of

seaweeds

Abstract --- reading Paul Klee (2. Floating Ladder)

2. Floating Ladder 


A floating ladder
is pointing to the winter Moon, yet
a sunlit day is climbing

along the ladder
painting the sky
with bright color of

June

Abstract --- reading Paul Klee (1.Line)

A line

was extracted from

a monochrome surface, thus

thought is born

inside a finite form, which

leads to

infinity

My Story Under Sea

My story

was conceived in water

born on rising tide

told

by a fisherman and his boat

My story contains chapters

that intertwine like seaweeds, which

conceal secrets of life

within  shadows that lie on seabed

My story grows

like other creatures under sea

absorbs salted water

breathes melted sunshine

and moonlight

My story

is a mystery

a mystery that displays scenarios

with anticipations, yet

surprises, like ever-increasing ripples

perplex

fisherman

and his boat

Spring

Spring, my frozen body thawed

by

the brightness of day

the sound of wind
and the aimlessly shaking of trees ---

Oh whom should I blame
for my already senseless heart
is gonna be broken again
by
the careless touches of
fledgling green

Signore, ascolta!

Yes, through a gentle sigh in the dark
I heard her, Signore
she is a woman ---

Her sigh is like a pearl
dropping on the icy face of grief
with each quivering of ripples
she redefines winter landscape

Her bodyline winds through shores
like wind, pushes waves to a end of sea
where --- she captures glimmer of moonlight
turns darkness into sunrise

Her voice rises with the Sun
by each melodic tone
she turns the sorrow into music
music into comfort --- in which

she embraces us
with her mighty love of grace

Oh Signore, ascolta!

She is a woman
The Mother of the Universe!

This poem is inspired by Signore, ascolta* sung by Maria Callas*Signore, ascolta --- aria from opera Turandot, composed by Giacomo Puccini. "Signore, ascolta" is Italian means "Lord, listen" in English.