for the night to fall
So it holds still
waiting just above the pastel pink sky
Dusk
for the night to fall
So it holds still
waiting just above the pastel pink sky
Tag: nature
for the night to fall
So it holds still
waiting just above the pastel pink sky
Train Trip Ponder
The train is chugging through the open plain.
Sunflowers flash before my eyes,
like sour lollies exploding on my taste buds.
I imagine the smell of green grass and dry hay, remembering the harvest moon and village celebrations. I was too young to be drunk on rice wine; instead, we gorged ourselves on roasted peanuts and bamboo shoots. We didn’t care about the char and bitterness, washing them down with strong green tea until our bellies ached.
As the train journey is anchored by the clouds above, my sense of self is defined by the happy memories of childhood.
As Free As a Gull
are you chickens,
or are you gulls?
I envy you,
roaming free among ruins,
bathing in ancient fountains.
You are flying free,
hovering over the city,
watching history play on.
Rulers came and went—
no one has occupied this territory
as esteemed as you.
Crayoned Sky
I will crayon the sky
with the certainty of tomorrow
and a future so far away
that I have no need to grow up to
Solution
I walk the deep forest,
the long stretched ocean beach line,
the vast desert.
Because
I want to be small,
so small, almost invisible,
then
my troubles,
the turmoil of life,
the heart deep pain
will be vanishing
to nothing.
温情
你的拥抱
暖如
冬天的阳光
心里的灰
变成
大海里的蓝
悠然地
扩展到地平线
与海鸥戏耍
至日落
Soak
Calm waves
rolling in and out
in rhythmic heartbeats
A lone dragonfly
hovers over
in tango steps
I am
floating on
the healing ocean
stretch my back
looking at
the silkworm woven sky
My skin
turns into a prune
resign from the soak
Up I go
to chase the noon sun
on wet sand
Summer Dry Land
Dead seedweeds under my feet
cut deep into my skin
They blanket the sand like the carcasses
in the scorching Sahara
Pain is not the sensation
nor hot
The ambiguity put me in a head spin
Tumbling thoughts fall on the summer dry land
The Winter Sunflower Field
Writer’s note – sometimes I write outliner things under the creative license.
The winter crisp air and the drew dampen ground create a sharp contrast which allures him to take a walk in the countryside fields where sunflowers used to invigorate him with life.
He drops the paint brush, pick up his coat and rush to the door with certain excitement. He is hit by the cold air once he gets to the court yard. He picks up his speed and starts jogging. His nostrils flare to breathe in more air. He takes of his winter thick socks and shoves them in his coat pockets. Now he feels the moisten grass with his bare feet. He picks up speed again running towards the fields.
When he reaches the filed, he throws himself on a bed of harvested sunflower stalks with arms and legs fully stretching out. Now he has the full view of the star filled indigo sky hugging the voluptuous full moon. He laughs and howls in the open field, feeling the freedom and elation.
He unzips his coat to regulate the elevated body temperature and unbuttons his jeans to give more room to his erection. Visually, he is showered by the stardust under the Milky Way. They make his skin tingling and form goosebumps allover. He holds his now throbbing penis and stroking it to the rhythm of his heartbeat. It’s a sensation that he has never experienced before. The polar opposite of the deep of the night chilliness and the warmness in his hand collides into an euphoric serenity. The stickiness in his hand and the wet grass tickling his feet settle in the dead silence around him.
He slowly looks around, the grass which was a uniformed blur now is 3D and showing hues like Van Gogh’s ‘Patch of Grass’. His body temperature starts to drop. Frosty air masks his face, then his abdomen which causes him to shiver. The feeling of the urge to urinate hurries him up and starts to jog home where the unfinished painting is waiting for his final touch, or a start-over.
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