Friday, December 31, 2010

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




Monday, November 29, 2010

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






Thursday, November 25, 2010

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
follows the heat of Sun
to southern country
resides in middle of
naked field
strives to grow
life
with his
naked
brushstrokes




Saturday, November 20, 2010

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








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Monday, August 2, 2010

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


Saturday, July 31, 2010

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







Friday, June 11, 2010

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


Wednesday, June 9, 2010

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



Tuesday, June 8, 2010

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
blent the voice of dusk
with a handful of
misty
Sunrise


Sunday, June 6, 2010

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


Saturday, June 5, 2010

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 of orange



The color
of orange
is invading
in blue, which
is toned in
D
Minor

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


5. Hermitage

Living in a hermitage
is a process
of constructing
a colorful sanctuary
inside an unknown shape -
surrounded by
unknown



Friday, June 4, 2010

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



4. My fairy tale

Spotlight
is on
an ancient arena ---
a warrior fought alone
over the sea
helmet, bloody spear
tangled with
unknown devils - that's how
the legend was passed on
that's how
my fairy tale
is
made




Thursday, June 3, 2010

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


3. The world that once surrounded fishes*



The world
that once surrounded fishes
had lost
inside a geometric
fish bowl
thus the fishes 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



Wednesday, April 7, 2010

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


Monday, March 22, 2010

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

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

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.