他曾说
我把时光
耗在呆望
身边的世界
我曾说
他把时间
花在建立
理想的世界
我们
曾经
都那么
黑白分明
不能明白
生活的真意
He used to say
I wasted my life
by watching the world
going around me
I used to say
He spent all his time
on building an ideal world
We were both
so black and white
couldn’t understand
the truth about life
我把未寄的情书
埋到雪野
越冷
爱越深
I buried
the unsent love letters
into the snow
the colder
the deeper the love
零时
醒来
影子
吓我
一跳
但是
寂寞
让我
与它
亲近
Midnight
Awake
Spooked
By my shadow
But
Loneliness
Makes me
Stay close
The Living Poetry Valentine’s Day prompt – Love
When love is lost, hate is an equal strong emotion to replace love, at least for a period of time in stages of the grieving process.
The willow is wilted by the west wind
A mouse is playing the piano off keys
Spider web covers the couch you once claimed
My vocal cord is rusted by regret
Two mockingbirds are serenading on the sycamore tree
If only I took your advice and bought the bb gun
This poem made it to Lisa’s Anthology of Poetry Heart Beats and was published by Prolific Pulse Press in March 2021. I was honoured to be included in this anthology along with other very talented poets. Purchase link here
The ocean looks extra boisterous in the middle of a heatwave A sea of vibrant tents, umbrellas and cabanas scattering along the long stretch of beach line Children are screeching in the cascades of white foams Everything is intensifying the scorching sand beneath our feet I pray silently for a break of cool breeze The sound of Greensleeves is approaching like happy footsteps I pause instantly and join in with others swarming towards the ice cream van A new found joy springs up with the anticipation of cool relief The familiar melody reminds me of the forever happy place
“We can never forget that everything that Hitler did in Germany was ‘legal,’ and everything the Hungarian freedom fighters did was ‘illegal.’
It was ‘illegal’ to aid and comfort a Jew in Hitler’s Germany, but I am sure that if I lived in Germany during that time I would have comforted my Jewish brothers even though it was illegal…
we who engage in non-violent direct action are not creators of tension. We merely bring to the surface the hidden tension that is already alive”.
– Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
She receives everyone’s pity
like holding out her hands
to collect the winter rain
Worthlessness saturates her being
sending chills to her bones
不要问我从哪里来
Do not ask me where I’m from
我的故乡在远方
My hometown is far away
为什么流浪
Why do I wander around
流浪远方 流浪
Wandering afar, wandering
为了天空飞翔的小鸟
For the little birds that soar through the sky
为了山间轻流的小溪
For the creeks that rush between the mountains
为了宽阔的草原
For the endless grasslands
流浪远方 流浪
Wandering afar, wandering
还有还有
Also, also
为了梦中的橄榄树 橄榄树
For that olive tree in my dreams, that olive tree
不要问我从哪里来
Do not ask me where I’m from
我的故乡在远方
My hometown is far away
为什么流浪
Why do I wander around
为什么流浪远方
Why do I wander to distant lands?
为了我梦中的橄榄树
For the olive tree in my dreams
不要问我从哪里来
Don’t ask me where I come from
我的故乡在远方
My hometown is far away
为什么流浪
Why do I wander around
流浪远方 流浪
Wandering afar, wandering
The ocean is a magician
She gravitates our attention
A little wave dance
bonds us in laughter
It melts away the invisible gap
two generations are standing on
The language of the deep blue
strings our hearts
into a single beat
The Living Poetry February visual prompt
I was so naiive
Rush to comfort you
Like a tiny Band-Aid
Assuming love mends all
Didn’t realise
I was pouring love
into a bottomless crack
Flicker of Thoughts 