Poetry For Beauty
Each poem is an individual life form --- it takes love to make, wisdom to nurture.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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
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 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
Friday, June 4, 2010
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
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 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
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