Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Abstract - Reading Paul Klee (16. Playgournd)


16. Playground


My colorful palette
is a playground
consists of many
childish symbols
no longer recognized
by adults'
mind


Monday, January 17, 2011

Abstract - Reading Paul Klee (15. The Air of Bleak Winter)


15. The Air of Bleak Winter



The air of bleak winter
is condensed
into red
floating up high
like the Sun
sending out
her promise of
rising again
and
again

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Abstract - Reading Paul Klee (14. History)


14. History


history
was written in text
stored in
Noah's Ark
drifted along
the river
of time
anchored
at every
beginning of
fairy-
tales



Abstract - Reading Paul Klee (13. Time)



13. Time


Time
is not moving toward
a single destination
but flowing
along numerous paths
with numerous
turns - in which
we dwell
and live with
differently colored
fruits
of
Eden

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