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I see life all around me. Due to COVID – 19, I find myself staying longer in Taiwan , than I expected. The people of Taiwan are kind and helpful. I am staying at a university. This morning, I went to a local market, took some pictures, and wrote this poem. I am staying at Fooyin University.

A poets pen,
how far will it carry
my curious mind?
Time exists in words,
with one set of footprints.
No more wars…
just live, and love….
John Lennon, and I…
imagine such a joy.

oznorCO

Sometimes life presents itself. I have moved back to Kaohsiung, Taiwan for a while. I walk around this evening and took these pictures. I also wrote this poem 🙏

The wounds,
no longer deep,
tonight I claimed
back the night.
As spring slowly moves in,
I saw you walk
into thinning twilight.
Those migration days,
unheard now,
one after the other.

What to say about the end?
Moving out tomorrow,
lights on the street corners
click and change in free time.

The stars, all in place
and offering alternatives.
Warm rain in the afternoon,
sending the sparrows flying.

The poet shifts his stance,
and Buddha smiles.
And I feel fine,
the days are now longer.

And what of death,
a blend of rocks
and flesh of new
bamboo shoots.
No longer afraid,
my heart revived
and pain washed away.
With passion, a
warm dry wind and
clear flowing streams.
I will return to visit you.

Some pictures from Tainan, Taiwan. A poem I have just written.

I looked around,
umbrella’s catching rain.
Temples, that
change the wind.
Ashes drifting,
between the stars.
Day after day,
a calm in a fire’s blaze.

With a full moon rising high,
the clouds faded back.
My shadow waits
across the sea.
On the trees
and flowers of the mind,
a fresh scent
No longer,
a hunters silence.

I saw the moon, not falling.
Just enough, to remind me
of a mountain echo.

I looked at the heart,
an old friend, strong
and colouring itself.

Through thinning mist,
I saw a dragonfly, cloaked
in amber and sunlit breakers.

Looking ahead, a spring breeze
ripples on an inside world.
The flowers bloom, is perfect.

It sat alone,
identities, undisclosed.
I said “I’m human”,
counting myself, as one.
It said nothing,
and seemed lost,
in the darkness.

oznorCO

Scattering stars,
before letting go.
Each lantern
rises and falls,
confronting the dark.
Brighter than
winter’s light,
a slow – wheeling
blue magpie.

How fragile we are,
between good coffee
and a spring breeze.
The squares of light,
cross the sea.
I return again, to the
stones here and there.