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.