I took a trip to Pingtung this week, and wrote a poem about this experience 🙏

The lady told me,
I had beautiful eyes.
Filled with my soul.
The old general,
looked pale and thin.
Forced to detour,
for the sake of the past.
How many moments,
I am indebted.
Let me come to be still,
in your beauty.

I wrote this poem in Pingtung, Taiwan yesterday. A great city to visit. The poem reflects a moment, with the woman I love 🙏

I am travelling,
the perfect afternoon.
Plum water,
seasoned with petals.
Comes to rest on my lips.
My autumn pillow.

A wonderful day in Pingtung with a beautiful woman. A poem I wrote 🙏
 
Summer fades away,
the last echoes
of hammer and wood.
Those moments with you,
a burning sky into the sea.
 
In and out of time, and self –
a search for meaning.
Each kiss and touch an answer,
there is nothing –
and there is everything.

I walked last night by the National Arts Center in Kaohsiung, Taiwan. A beautiful place and I wrote this poem.
 
Behind the jasmine
at Weiwuying.
Fleeting moments
to be grasped.
Entwined souls shake,
tasting forbidden fruit.
A thousand kisses,
and bliss at the peak.
This single moment,
your life and mine.

Solitude, each day
reaching out to life.
Tears breaking,
but unseen.
I was left alone
on this island.
 
Then, your eyes
curled on me –
and I was waiting.
Soft whispers
of affection
touch my spirit.
 
But your ego,
a stone staircase.
No more, than
blithe tears falling.
A false prophet,
dried to a sand path.
Alone on this island.

Death has always been part of my life. To die well is something we should all think about. A restless night, after I looked at some old photographs. And living alone, I only have my poetry to talk with 🙏
 
Through the waves,
that loss.
Dead ashes
and blind stars,
nourishing life.
A quiet love,
cut like a blade.
So many words
unsaid, drift
upon the west wind.
That was the way
it was.

A poem I wrote about a wonderful afternoon and evening..with a beautiful woman 🙏

That’s how it starts,
a port and sea sounds –
here I love you.
Round and round
on the carousel.
Your smile,
and slow twilight
sing to me.
Tonight, I can write
the happiest lines.

Unable to sleep, I woke early and wrote this poem 🙏

An autumn mist,
endows the footsteps
of our loving silence.
Clouds over
Kaohsiung harbour,
flash – with your
sweet embrace
In the midst
of the outer waves,
I still see you.
Your smile,
and eyes open
for my return.
Everything now
seems clear.

A poem that came to me in a dream.

This autumn,
a southern wind
lightly blows
around my face.
No season,
for growing old.
So kiss me,
and once again
grow fragrant.

A short poem written on the MRT.

How still is it,
the train to Sizihwan.
Up to the autumn grass,
then everything stops.
Another life, shuts itself.