Just like good eats- this is good reads! Always enjoy!
Just like good eats- this is good reads! Always enjoy!
If you wish me to be as honest
as a mirror pond,
I'd rather
you dropped in on me
when the twigs were budding.
Nonetheless,
you still make up your mind
to come visiting
this humble side of the fence
where the grass is less green
in the evening of early winter
just when I least expect.
If you showed up a bit earlier, say,
in the season of petals scattering
all over the path,
we would go, hand in hand, for a stroll,
all the way
joy written on our face,
to the woods
to watch the leaves turning yellow.
Without thinking twice,
I put up an umbrella
to keep out the rain and the icy wind,
but ...
how should I also find a way
to keep out the everlasting melancholy
in this season of dismay?
Last edited by angliholic; 11-14-2021 at 05:39 PM.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
My cheeks flushed for a moment
with embarrassment
when I read what you said
about my style of poetry~
always so beautifully mellow,
which brings to you
a feeling of contentment~
I'm too bashful to assume
that my poems are entrancing
as a dancing poppy,
or the lily in the valley,
but I'd prefer them to be
anonymous little flowers
always waiting by the roadside
in the middle of nowhere,
to soothe one or two
weather-beaten lonely travelers
once in a long while.
Last edited by angliholic; 11-15-2021 at 05:18 PM.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
That's why your poems are so enjoyable. For the lonely particularly! At least for me! Thanks for the read.
Last edited by Buh4Bee; 11-16-2021 at 07:01 PM.
If you ever wonder why
I haven't dropped by your mountain hut
for a long while,
carrying with me
a guitar and a white daisy,
and if you assume
I'm afraid of the icy winds howling
like ghosts and demons,
or that
the endless road is as bumpy as winding,
you're as wrong as assuming
jasmine's still blooming in November.
Maybe, you can reveal your true colors
and still assume
it's romantic and charming
to wear a fresh daisy in gray hair
while playing the guitar,
yet I'm just bashful as a leaf of mimosa.
Last edited by angliholic; 11-17-2021 at 08:02 AM.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Enjoyed that flowery poem! So glad you are back!
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Lonely travelers. That it us, remaining litneters.
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
It's almost midnight
on this side of the ocean.
If you, all unknowingly, can't doze off,
just as, for no good reason at all,
the cold weather has been here to stay,
why not get up and write a poem?
If it is not touching and picturesque enough,
why not hit the bed again
and appeal to Venus for mercy
in your dream?
And, if you still can't fall asleep,
try replacing your pillow
with a book of poetry.
Last edited by angliholic; 11-19-2021 at 05:02 AM.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Ha! At the end of the day, before going to sleep the book is still our best friend. Cheers! Have fun writing!
Let the rain keep on falling
until our hearts grow mold.
For no good reason at all,
why must the sky be so sentimental?
It's only the season
when cypresses getting bald,
once so lush green and tall,
before wild geese fly southward,
before our smiles get freezing cold.
Let the rain keep on falling,
all I need is
a good and deep slumber
in this ruthless winter.
By the way,
in case little birds are coming back
and chirping again in the garden of early spring,
you can save all the trouble
of giving me a morning call.
All I need is
a long and peaceful slumber.
Let the rain keep on falling.
Last edited by angliholic; 11-18-2021 at 09:31 PM.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
It's as conspicuous
as a blue morning glory
becoming falling petals of sorry
the moment when the sun's setting,
the moment when magpies no longer singing.
Yet at the age of flowery youth,
how should I know the truth?
I was just a tender callow fellow.
All I craved was the red apple
shining on your face,
and never thought twice
whether it'd be shrinking or wrinkling
in gloomy weather.
Nevertheless, don't be suspicious
that I'll leave you
the day when swallows are migrating.
Just as a moth keeps dancing
around the flame of a candle
without rhyme or reason,
I'm more than willing to be with you
this life and the next
until you forget the meanings of blue.
Last edited by angliholic; 11-20-2021 at 08:58 AM.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature