My Picture: Taken this evening in Harbin, China.
Sunset in Harbin
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Snow people of Harbin
My Pictures: Taken this evening , Songhua River, Harbin, China.
Away from the crowds,
I found the snow people.
Once snowflake beautiful,
now silent and waiting for the longest night.
Just moments before,
made with tiny hands and love.
And wishing fame would last for ever.
Now those clouds, war horses on the march…
will have their day.
At first, they would not talk to me
but I reached to the clouds.
I wanted to know what the snow people
thought about life and death.
The British one found me and whispered in my ear……
“ Why are you here… there is only endless change, and no destinations”.
Zhongyang Street
My Pictures: A cold evening in Harbin
Hidden around the bleating clouds,
I see your silence on winter trees.
Wrapped inside a crystal veil,
to make an even face.
Within the width of this cold day,
nothing but a sunless smile.
With frost, a spectre grey
and pale moon looking on.
Songhua River
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My Pictures: Taken today in Harbin, Heilongjiang, China – Walking on the frozen river.
My soul companions
dancing in the winter breeze.
Memories of a life frozen
deep below the Songhua River.
Each step a slow procession,
of love torn conversations.
In winter solitude
I make my home…
A New Year in Harbin
My Picture: Harbin this evening….New Years Eve in China
Fingers slowly freeze,
on this New Year’s Eve.
The fast dipping moon,
cold sleeps around my face.
Clutches of deep red lanterns,
parade to empty streets.
And ice stars dance,
sick from half melting
and clinging to a desperate sun.
My skin stings in the cold wind,
ice white and torn inside.
I can see my breath,
now singing for the first warm day.
A winter day in Xinxiang
My Picture: Xinxiang, China.
A sky full of black,
a delicate insight
to a day gray day dawning.
Standing alone
I can smell the end of winter sadness,
joyous despair and a pale spring rattle.
The stars ease their tears,
I watch them in the cold February air.
And trace the shapes of mood and gesture.
Year of the pig
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My Pictures: Today – Xinxiang Medical University, Henan, China.
Last days of the year
I was sat in my favourite cafe,
drinking coffee.
Streets no longer crowded,
a city heavy and slow
with the flushing of the old year.
Shadows passed,
along with the other imitators of life.
But I am older now,
a part accepted
and conversations burning away.
I see the shadows for what they are.
I thought about a friend I know,
consumed by ill-fate and impossibility.
He asked me last night
……………“What is your life like?”
I took only a moment to answer
“There’s always better work down the line….”
Thoughts in a silent cafe
My Pictures: Taken today.
Sometimes it is difficult to straighten
my saddened thoughts.
I make my bed, drink some coffee
and catch up on the world.
But it is not always enough.
I muddle through the day
swimming upwards, backwards
and from time-to time
finding moments to write
and see things differently.
On occasions I read Bukowski,
then I realize that things could be worse.
So I read Dickinson,
to find a tangible mind and spirit.
In the end, my thinking
always seems to end up in another room.
A landscape of the spirit,
blue sky and thinking open mind.
Unseen Songs
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My Pictures
Wandering in a bookshop in Xinxiang,
I came across an Underwood 310 typewriter,
an Olivetti by another name.
It was not in good shape….
probably taken too many victims.
A young woman gave me a book about
the sex life of Andy Warhol.
‘You might find this interesting”
I thought this was a strange combination
of histories mingling….
In a moment of lighthouse flashes,
I felt a warm familiar breeze….
a self-moment of age.
There and then
I wanted to love someone.
Until death comes to visit me again,
the wind that brought me here still goes on.
Xiao Nian
http://www.cctv.com: The 23rd day of the year’s last lunar month marks a traditional Chinese holiday called Xiao Nian, which means Preliminary Eve, the prelude to the Lunar New Year’s Eve celebration.
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