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Poetry
Afterglow

My Picture: A accident on the way home this evening…our coach hit a car…all is well…but the fragility of life is all around us.
He sung this song
‘Sometimes I feel like a motherless child….. a long way from home…..
It took me back…..
Apples….. bruised apples
late October’s final song
an old dog by a cracking fire
nursed toward a loving light
grasping at the sky
even your life is tender
And then the call is made
a dull material world
numbed by mouth
and the song…..
‘call my brother…….’
A quite room
I walked around the building…..
it was messy.
I saw a man wearing a big sombrero
and singing ‘Pancho and Lefty’…
“you live around here?” he asked
So I walked over to the man and said,
“hello senor…. I’m just passing through… trying to keep myself free and clean”.
He smiled and pulled out a half-drunk bottle of mezcal,
he wanted to tell a story……and invite me into these things.
We rumbled through the moment
for that and only for that…..
How to spend a Sunday

A picture sent to me by a friend yesterday.
Before sleeping I often consider
what I would do, what to be the next day.
Shall I be a mother, beautiful and delicious… flying kites in the park
as the sun sets on another unrequited day?
Shall I be a teacher, not much interested in another awakening
of a long dead language to come?
Shall I be a writer trying to meet others as lonely as myself?
Sometimes there is a strange justice, working for something….
So, I marked some English papers…..
I am exactly what I am supposed to be.
Marriage is a life of sharing/婚姻是共享的人生

My Picture: My friends sister was married today…I was invited to the wedding ( I also know the bride and groom )…they asked me to write a poem for their wedding day…it was a challenge. So…I wrote this poem, it was translated into Chinese…and then they asked me to read the poem on stage…..which I did… with a translator repeating my words in Chinese for the audience…and then I presented them a typed framed version of the poem as a gift A wonderful day….and a wonderful experience for me.
Love is a great thing
it makes what is heavy light,
and shines the darkest street.
Never satisfied, it burns and burns
and shakes the sky.
All the rivers sound on this day,
that lonely isolation a distant road.
A journey…that is proposed now
fills the house, and makes the moon dance.
And the crowds weep and laugh,
to see such love strike away the chains
of memories from our souls…….
now joined in permanent commitment.
Leo named Jessie his queen,
her youth and beauty at the highest temple.
And Jessie named Leo her knight,
accustomed to courage and flush of love’s light.
And this love will endure; they want to live like trees.
Yulan magnolia blazing through the cobalt sky,
dappled with colour .
Exuberantly budding, year after year
gentle and passionate.
爱情是伟大的
它赋予沉重以轻松,
给昏暗的街道以光亮。
永无止境,不断燃烧
甚至震撼整个苍穹。
今天的河流俱为之咆哮,
昨日的单身岁月已然远去。
一段旅程……从今日起便要踏上
将这里填满幸福,月亮也为之欢欣起舞。
人们感动落泪,开怀大笑,
因为看到爱情打破了往昔的锁链
冲破了灵魂的枷锁……
现在汇成了永久的承诺。
Leo让Jessie做了他的女王,
Jessie青春年华,美丽灿烂。
Jessie将Leo变成了她的骑士,
Leo勇敢无畏,热情洋溢。
他们的爱会永恒; 就像树一样去生活吧。
好似玉兰树在钴蓝色天空中绽放,
充斥着它色彩的斑驳。
旺盛萌芽,年复一年
温柔而又充满激情。
China dream

My Picture
A dog watches me,
across a busy road
across our age and
difference.
Tree-by-tree,
the winter fog fades.
By song alone,
a spot of sunlight.
When I hear it,
I’m older now.
The wind that brought me
here, goes on.
Surrounding my bones.
Failing winter

My Picture: Xinxiang City, Henan Province, China.
A few clods of snow
and life will be forgotten.
A small farce with a song,
downcast and weary.
The only hope…..
spring sun and daffodils in windows.
A lucky fortune wrapped in fish paper,
and then a rock… turned underfoot.
Oven- burnt trees, will move and roll
with joys of life…
and make us love someone
this way and that….
While each poem emerges
from despair, a new first line.
Interrogative Blues
My Pictures
Steve Reich in class today,
blowing in 18 musicians.
Discordant……
harsh and jarring…..
a lost harmony.
But I could see,
a blues haiku
entwined in my mind……
switch them awake.
Structure without structure…..
a Bukowski moment,
how to teach writing
to lit up heads…….
Slow bloom inside you
memories of failure,
turning….. glowing….. humming.
A lost phase……
and slow motion sound.
Too long this sense of obligation
and solitary existence.
But then again……a timid word
emerges from this despair.
A first line together…maybe.
A woman’s day

My Picture: Local Artist Painting, Vietnam.
Each girl walks with a boy,
but no one feels the fire at 3 pm.
Bathed in sunlight, for now
Yet soon the winter winds of Harbin
will caress their hair.
And lead them in a contracted dance
bounding the battered, shell-like dreams.
Button-bright eyes quietly growing,
an awkward bend of recognition.
How strange, how different
this parody of life and death…..
compared to running before this dull life, slowly realized.
A brief moment skimming the clouds,
then disappeared.
Poetry of indifference

My Picture: Xiahe Town, Gansu Province, China.
