My Picture of my picture
Rejected
Death
Two worlds collide
My Picture: TianNing Pagoda in Anyang…almost a 1000 years old…..taken yesterday on a trip to the city. A contrast between old and new….which reflects a discourse in China and the world….
She was given the world
one long shot into the darkness.
Laughing at the moon
more sound than song.
Now gasping for air,
so much she couldn’t see.
This passion, this heat…it’s in our DNA.
And we stay in our worlds.
The death of Fish
My Picture: Taken today in Anyang City, Henan, China.
Dead fish in the river and cloud-moisture.
Frantically whipping-up
the crisis below, unseen.
A tarnished bitter shame,
and freeze frame once more.
And the empty plastic bottles,
that cry like tears.
Surrounding the place
with their uselessness.
And nobody minded at all.
So, I went home and took a shower
with love and everything.
The heat turned up listening to AC/DC,
splattering the water and guitar riffs all over the place.
I think this will be good for the fish.
Still falls the rain
https://www.deviantart.com/luthienelf/art/Qingming-Festival-294710525: Qingming Festival (also known as Pure Brightness Festival or Tomb-sweeping Day), which falls on either April 4th or 5th: Tomb sweeping is regarded as the most important custom in the Qingming Festival from which the name of Tomb-sweeping day is got.
So tired of running,
a mourning moment.
I stopped to look.
Flowers bloom,
a slight wind on Qingming day.
I was just sorry-ever-after.
Autumn Sounds
My Picture
Leaves fall with sounds
as the years go by,
still with passion and movement.
And I write of future nostalgia
and lingering fears,
to be left for a thousand years.
Bucolic words remain unfinished.
As shepherds no longer devoted
to their sheep, order the children in line
for the next prize giving.
The sowing season has been missed again,
passing away with sincere emotion.
It’s an endless road.
For every sunrise and sunset,
there is a dark night.
A house where it all began
effortlessly, languidly…..it flows.
Just right, for eternal
commemoration and grand theater.
Quite Neighborhood
My Pictures: Taken in Vietnam, Summer 2018.
Deep and dark now
whalebone and winter rain.
Thin plates to enlarge the circle,
a hand to the sky.
Unafraid, a black bird
watches me approach.
Trees shift, and gulls turn the day
no other words come.
Silent friends meeting,
the sound of chairs being moved ,in and out.
Tears in silver foil litter the ground
and white wind eyes darken the mood.
I look at the rain shadow and distant virga,
razored through and losing its name.
And yet, a fleeting symbol of life
a returning sea, seducing the summer sun.
Alive
My Picture: Part of railway that took Chinese prisoners to Unit 731: a covert biological and chemical warfare research and development wing of the Imperial Japanese Army that undertook lethal human experimentation during the Second Sino-Japanese War (1937–1945) and World War II.
Humanity’s gift, a creation by love.
A life of spirit, branches, leaves, water.
Sailing in the sky and pardoned centuries ago.
For there is no core to throw away.
Words whirring over wide plains
Somewhere else, somewhere here
beyond the reach of your presence.
Already forgotten and born again.
A moments decline
My Picture
Uncertainty,
trotting timid minds out
in a closed space.
A pale gray train appears
stirred empty on the silent outskirts,
proclaiming a second coming.
His life, a kind of a freeze frame
a non-thinking matter.
Smothering the earth with a fast silver-whitewash
Not too unpleasant, these days.
The beauty and fun of it all,
a quick free trip with no return.
Kodokushi
Kodokushi (孤独死) or lonely death refers to a Japanese phenomena of people dying alone and remaining undiscovered for a long period of time…. sadly… this is not just a Japanese phenomena .. My view is that we need to talk more about why many die alone.. and quality in death…..
A Wandering Poet 