A new earth

14th Dec 2018 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My apartment door: Xinxiang, Henan Province, China.

Winter in Xinxiang,
it is not hot or cold, only warm.
Wind birds flying south
turning the sky in and out.
The sounds of people moving,
as life slowly unfolds.

Silent friends meeting
behind the camera,
in tune with the leafless streets.
Guqin stings barely
moving the night frost.

Somewhere beyond the grey,
tucked in a white wing.
A shadows rides over the frozen grass,
your shadow, ours…..
I await your arrival with a light.

Light in Zhengzhou

13th Dec 201813th Dec 2018 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My Picture: Early morning is Zhengzhou capital of Henan Province, China.

I was driven to Zhengzhou this morning,
to have a medical.
Adopting the proper tone,
one of the Doctors asked me
how old I was.

I looked outside the window,
and saw an old man walking with
a dog by his side.
And wondered what the deal was.

So I told the Doctor that
that my anger has come to pass,
and that spring fever was
put aside long ago.

He leaned forward
like an indelicate December evening,
and told me there is nothing
wrong with me.
And everything continued
as I had written it.

Shining in light

12th Dec 201812th Dec 2018 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My Picture: Leaves of Xinxiang.

The city was quite this morning, it was early.
Only the street cleaners in their orange vests
occupied the streets.
Gone from the woods and the world they knew.

A couple came along, turning
everything into itself.
She had an hourglass figure,
and argued everything.

As the last leaves fell from the trees
I thought, when the trees die
the birds go insane
and darker in the mind’s eye.

Catching the bus

11th Dec 201811th Dec 2018 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My Picture: Xinxiang, Henan Province am this morning.

Riding on the bus this morning was not easy.
An hour to think,
about the unhappy, the bitter
and the unrequited.

Solitary existences that
exacerbate our sense of obligation,
and focus our thoughts
on life beyond the planets.

Dancing thought the potholes,
I listened to a podcast
on ‘hope’……
or how darkness scatters
and life goes on.

Listening to the sound of marching feet,
the poems simmered in my head.
And as the morning fog entered
the broken day, I was just glad to be here
and alive.

City Lights

10th Dec 2018 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My Picture: Xinxiang City, Henan Province, China.

I walk the city,
metallic taste in my mouth.
The roadside dust chews the sky.

Cars running
all miles away.
Laughing like fools.

Passing headlights
under a moon.
Not telling you the whole dream.

These apartment blocks
have nothing to say,
yet keep on saying it.

Evening coolness
pierces the nights first star.
I can see why
it is so easy to go crazy.

Pulled down shade

9th Dec 2018 / Rugby Lion / 1 Comment

My Picture: Xinxiang Medical University (taken this evening)

The questions usually come in swarms
“Why did you come to China?”
“How old are you”
“Are you married….”
“Have you had some food?”

So, I usually tell them
I came to China for money
and to find a beautiful Chinese wife.
Something I thought was not possible.

Or I tell them about a fire inside
that ended in dust and disarray.
So they can see what I am dealing with,
and how you can’t always plan on the heart.

For some this is a first awakening,
and for others….
they can see what happens
when you sink into your dreams.

Enlarging the circle

8th Dec 20188th Dec 2018 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My Picture: Wall of Cafe in Xinxiang (taken today).

Down the streets,

cold turning the sky.

Silent friends are meeting.

So suddenly winter

comes to the city.

Pulling the shutters

on silent calligraphy.

Until next seasons stars.

About Pain

7th Dec 2018 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My Picture: Statue for the people, Beijing, China.

Sometimes I feel the cold,
usually it snaps and rips
at my bones.
Half hating you,
half describing life as a poet
walking the river of time.

But then again,
promptly and unexpected
a fire emerges from the cold despair.
A timid word,
a tenderness nothing can stop.
No matter who lives.

Dimensions of Space

6th Dec 20186th Dec 2018 / Rugby Lion / 4 Comments

My Picture (taken this evening): Xinxiang City, Henan, China.

When I walk around the city,
I have a sinking feeling sometimes.
We flow even when we stand,
searching for an elusive enemy.

As night slams down,
lights hover soft in an ageless dance.
Minutes and seconds turn their heads,
and I long for something far away.

Snow

5th Dec 20185th Dec 2018 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My Picture: Xinxiang, Henan Province, China.

A few faded cracked snowflakes
softly down on my hair.
Decorate this silence,
whitewashing the patched
walls of Xinxiang.
A fire deepens the silence,
but my soul now has depth.

I was driven to Zhengzhou this morning, to have a medical. Adopting the proper tone, one of the Doctors asked me how old I was.

I looked outside the window, and saw an old man walking with a dog by his side. And wondered what the deal was.

So I told the Doctor that that my anger has come to pass, and that spring fever was put aside long ago.

He leaned forward like an indelicate December evening, and told me there is nothing wrong with me. And everything continued as I had written it.

The city was quite this morning, it was early. Only the street cleaners in their orange vests occupied the streets. Gone from the woods and the world they knew.

A couple came along, turning everything into itself. She had an hourglass figure, and argued everything.

As the last leaves fell from the trees I thought, when the trees die the birds go insane and darker in the mind’s eye.

Riding on the bus this morning was not easy. An hour to think, about the unhappy, the bitter and the unrequited.

Solitary existences that exacerbate our sense of obligation, and focus our thoughts on life beyond the planets.

Dancing thought the potholes, I listened to a podcast on ‘hope’…… or how darkness scatters and life goes on.

Listening to the sound of marching feet, the poems simmered in my head. And as the morning fog entered the broken day, I was just glad to be here and alive.

I walk the city, metallic taste in my mouth. The roadside dust chews the sky.

Cars running all miles away. Laughing like fools.

Passing headlights under a moon. Not telling you the whole dream.

These apartment blocks have nothing to say, yet keep on saying it.

Evening coolness pierces the nights first star. I can see why it is so easy to go crazy.

The questions usually come in swarms “Why did you come to China?” “How old are you” “Are you married….” “Have you had some food?”

So, I usually tell them I came to China for money and to find a beautiful Chinese wife. Something I thought was not possible.

Or I tell them about a fire inside that ended in dust and disarray. So they can see what I am dealing with, and how you can’t always plan on the heart.

For some this is a first awakening, and for others…. they can see what happens when you sink into your dreams.