My Pictures: A cold evening in Harbin
Zhongyang Street
China
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….”
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.
Another year without summer,
the cold sun fills the heavens and the earth.
Darkness on the edge of the city,
a hard moon sick and rising.
One suffers love, so meager
The Jade Emperor shows me a way forward.
A vision in light white silk, beyond the empty void
burning me up with hope……
my mind is awake……
No way now to hide the fire inside.
What we overlook
My Pictures: A new bookshop opened today in Xinxiang.
January cold in Xinxiang,
I met a young woman
who told me a sad story
about a boy from England.
She looked battle torn,
her eyes clouded
by his tormented life.
Hidden from the sun…
was herself…..
a blazing grassland
at its summertime height…
loving with strongest feeling.
With wounds of past regrets,
I told her that responsibilities float
away on each breath,
by the here and now and tomorrow.
Even the darkness has hope
My Pictures: More treatment today on my shoulder …..
The sorrow pain agony,
still continues.
It is never satisfied.
Coughing here and there
on the Xinxiang streets.
Yet I can still see,
the sun streaks that kissed your hair.
And the daily love dance,
broken, but now stronger.
Reborn with death together,
where hope had seemed left behind.
Now each drop of ink,
preserves a love lost in time.
Branches of memory
My Picture: ‘Giant Buddha’. Taiyuan, Shanxi Province, China.
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