My picture: a rainstorm over the city.
Walking through rain
Vietnam
A tender wind
A sketch reflects a moment in my past.
Today my life was mirrored,
in clouds breaking-up.
And the voice of an oak tree,
with low true skies.
I tried to pack summer clothes,
to travel to a world I haven’t seen.
But as one leaf let’s go,
another takes the wind
…..a sudden death with eyes.
Recovery
My picture.
When you see me
sitting alone, writing…..
what do you see?
A pain that goes on and on,
counting his grey hair…..
more white shining.
Or a poet,
slashed by snaking tree lines…..
and sharp – rugged mountain peaks.
All I am doing is listening to myself.
To know the painful past,
and drum beat marching forward.
A truth is never taken
‘Regret’ – My Picture.
Once regrets come to mind,
they fall like leaves…in vain – from all around.
Sometimes with shame,
always with sadness.
A mirror awaits me, forever.
In between dreams
My Chinese friend said to me
“I want to study medicine at Tsinghua University
……but I’m not good enough…”
So I told her about a man in the 15th Century,
who wanted to fly above the bright skies.
A glory desired, and such assurances ran.
Upon a grey river and chatter of stars,
I suggested she talk with the moon.
Who never searches for sleep,
and tickles the dormant dreams
of those with clear firmament glows.
That kiss
A moment caught in time…a picture and poem…from this evening.
The way you looked at me,
the way I looked at you.
A white marble temple,
my lips with yours.. . with your tears
I know I shouldn’t, but I enjoyed it.
Frustration
A quick doodle this evening…after a frustrating day.
That’s how it starts…..
concrete walled cubicles.
A lock that will not budge,
and a soul that cried for relief.
They tell you to fake it,
beautiful words on a ugly canvas.
Small enough to be shared
and dreams that vanish…..in a moment, to fears.
My death
A poem I wrote this morning….after reading a book on ‘Japanese death poetry’ . On July 10th , I will give a lecture on ‘dying well’ ….so there is some method in my madness 🙂
Not cold enough
My pictures taken along the River Wei.
A skyline I could trace.
River coloured memories,
waving in the breeze.
All those long walks
now looking backwards
….. the river.
Walking by the river
My drawing.
A Wandering Poet 