
My heart is an island
Your eyes are the ocean
Your shoulder is the land
Our love shimmers
from the view of an airplane
My heart is an island
Your eyes are the ocean
Your shoulder is the land
Our love shimmers
from the view of an airplane
Humbly pray
in fetal position
Supplication has merit
Thanksgiving opens heaven’s gate
lost in the swamp of heat
without relief, reprieve
disintegrate into ash
cease to exist
杨柳青袖随风摇
亭台青瓦傲立高
竹林深处露湖光
东园梦里忆故人
slash the wrist of muted winter
snow bleeds flaming leaves
hang heavily on earthy branches
break the spell of seasonal blues
This poem was written using this drawing practice as a prompt.
Drawing is a process
of getting to know him
more
through the fine lines
he acquired
from the pain
of raising them
alone
Drawing of an old man (in progress)
I spot her from afar.
She is as beautiful as yesterday long ago
carrying herself in poise and elegance.
I am so eager to greet her
ignoring how time faded her colours.
Will she blush for me,
her monochrome admirer?