新城忆旧

现在的城市镇都漂亮了

我童年的记忆也模糊了

找不到旧城的商贩店铺

也找不到祖父母的微笑

Happy Place

Sea Life Sydney Aquarium

This is my happy place
watching you
go about your day
nonchalantly

My eyes are filled
with your graceful presence
My heart is full
of today’s gift

Griffiti Rocks

Memoirs griffitied on rocks
along the breakwall
recording life events
of locals and visitors

A celebration of a new born
Loneliness of a young man
A girl sad about unrequired love
A declaration of love
A marriage proposal
A strong bond of siblings
An unwavering friendship

Griefing parents burried a child
Loss of a best friend
A widow’s sorrow in a poem
A young man mourns his fellow soidiers
An old man laments his life

They gave these rocks flavours
Besides the salty seawater
In return
The rocks gave them blank pages
For their stories

Griffiti rocks along the breakwall of Town Beach, Port Macquarie

Nude Sketch

I practice pencil drawing as a hobby with no real foundational skills. This is about friendship with fellow blogger Rob from Friends without Borders instead of showcasing my art work.

I did this sketch based on a picture Rob provided to me. It took me almost a year to complete it. It’s not because I am a slow sketcher. It’s because a life event stopped the project for over ten months. I was glad that I completed (the best I can) by the end of 2023.

Thank my friendship with Rob!

Blue and White Porcelain

The blue and white porcelain
Reminds me of your eyes
You made evey floral print dress
Look beautiful

Remember my wardrobe was filled
With black, white, cream and grey
You gifted me
Floral print scarves
Van Gogh’s sunflowers
And almond blossoms

Now I wear floral print dresses
In memory of you
And our friendship

The blue and white porcelain
Reminds me of your eyes
Long shut into your rest

Road Trip

The happy sun, the story telling clouds, the birth pain pink sky were inspiring.

Landscapes pulled me over with their outstretched arms along the highway. I read my book by the cows and sheep sharing their green pasture; I drank by the brooke with rainbow lorikeets; I hid from the storm under sugarcane plantation; I yarned with the locals at the grocery store.

The smell of the artificial ocean air refresher, dark roast coffee, MacDonald’s Happy Meal in the car brought me back to reality.

A road trip made my mind escape into the world outside the car window, some real, some imaginery, the rest was just an uninspired poet trying to make the most of a recent event.

Stormy clouds over Park Beach, Coffs Harbour

Merry Christmas

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

Poverty Doesn’t Discriminate

I read your application
Of a scholarship
You said
The scholarship
Would help you
Get new stationery
You said
You long to have
New pencils

I remember
In grade school
I wrapped paper
Around pencil stubs
To make them last longer

That’s four decades ago
In China
Back then
A third world country

We are in 2023
You are in Australia
Facing the same poverty
I can’t help
But cry

Time Apart

The space between us
Allows
Anger to be exhausted
Resentment to be overdone
Sadness to be evaporised
Memory to be filtered
And love to return