My drawing: reflecting on a past moment this afternoon.
Looking back,
then the two of us
Loop after loop
and running fast.
The pain of time
Vietnam
Walking in the garden with Qu Yuan
My drawing: Today is Dragon Boat Festival in China: The Dragon Boat Festival (Duanwu Festival, Duānwǔ Jié, Double Fifth, Tuen Ng Jit) is a traditional holiday that commemorates the life and death of the famous Chinese scholar Qu Yuan (Chu Yuan).The festival occurs on the fifth day of the fifth month on the Chinese lunisolar calendar. So…I sketched this drawing of Qu Yuan (a poet and politician)
I did not know you last night,
then the doctors and nurses
….. the souls of China….
told me about your mountain spirit
and banners of cassia.
So I thought of bamboo groves,
and sky still unseen.
And how the thunder rumbles
and rain darkens
after all these years.
daydream
My picture
a very, weary day flies
sailing in concrete seas
with deep sleep a faint howl
cherished dreams take flight
Secret laughter
hdrpl
My Picture of John Coltrane
Wondering here,
while in the other room
most do not.
I listen to John Coltrane,
and raise a speculative eyebrow
that few will notice.
“Now watch me” I say
but they never look…. and
much goes on the same way.
Like belief in great jazz.
A void speaks
My Picture: Taken in Harbin.
A touch of empty
descends into the evening.
I only loved the lonely bird
that flew to heaven.
Now making chills that last too long
Impressions
That’s how it starts
walking in the middle of now, here.
LCD Soundsystem,
and an easy morning sun.
A northern shimmer,
deep inside a faded city.
And the animal in me,
already in the birth of a new moment.
Halcyon days
My picture: My apartment….
Years ago I was living in a different place,
writing at that window facing the main street.
And then you came by…..
lightning guided by the gods.
A sea of cherry blossom, wave after wave.
And now…..
I write at a different window, facing East.
But with traces of those ancient moments,
and stones here and there.
A shade of a white willow tree.
On the road again
My pictures: still taken from a short video I am trying to male 🙂
A heavy squeak of breaks
as taillights crest the hill.
Motors amplified,
playing AC/DC in the morning
Guaranteed to make me feel alright.
Some prefer to listen to a love song,
and watch the road go by.
And outside the crows
gorge in an open field,
pierced by sorrow and a heart beating morning.
A suggestion
My picture: an early morning poem…I was very tired 🙂
I talked with a friend tonight, it was late
She told me I was different,
that I cared about China.
So I told her. …..
“I just want to write… just well enough
to make an end”
Gloria
My picture
Another bus journey to work,
Vivaldi in my ears.
Stretching long on the dewy ground,
reflecting the early morning peace.
A ‘D’ major moment,
of forgotten swings and daffodils
already wilting in the spring heat.
A Wandering Poet 