poetry

1

count not the ways
not the words
not the days
my love
begins
ends

2
see the darkness
hear the silence
shadows
light
high pitch
low bass
mute

3
stars lost sights
sun its head
moon her skin
winds die
rain wet
deny

4
words loud
mind shouts
eyes open
mouth shuts
smiles drop

haiku7---by Louise Zhang

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1
chatty raindrops
keep up the wet monologue
all night long


2
in the process of dying
no one knows what's in the mind of the dying
he is on his own


3
with wintry fury
ocean waves assault the morning coast
an indifferent shore


4
what do you see
looking into the kaleidoscope of death
a shattered heaven


5
a drugged mind
a stormy landscape of psychic chaos
artificially tranquillized


6
dances
endeavour to visualize the nonverbal
for the eyes


7
shelter residents
under the roof of organized benevolence
sleep with hope


8
ripe apples fall
knocking the intelligence of Isaac Newton
out of grandpa's head


9
waking from a dream
I remember I am speaking English
oh, an American dream


10
mossy hangings
from the winter's old oak trees
green dreadlocks


11
Roman fountain
up shoots its ancient memories
from marble basin


12
locking himself indoors
the bemused poet wrestles
to gain sublimity


13
the restroom
a place to hurry into and
out, at ease


14
have lived
in a dream and died
out of it


15
knitting by the window
Mrs. Wallstreet appears unmistakably Chinese
as on Ibsen's stage


Notes: A Doll House: Helmer commenting on Mrs. Linde: You know what? You should embroider instead. .... Yes, because it's a lot prettier. See here, one holds the embroidery so, in the left hand, and then one guides the needle with the right--so--in an easy, sweeping curve---right? ......But, on the other hand, knitting--it can never be anything but ugly. Look, see, here, the arms tucked in, the knitting needles going up and down--
there's something Chinese about it.


16
little birds in the rain
chirp away on the tree's wet branches
rinsing their notes


17
thick snow lies
on the huge frosty pane of skylight
a blocked view


18
Vincent Van Gogh
fires his deliriums of yellow and blue
onto a starry night


19
a lonely boat
tossed violently in the swift white water
holding its unstable mind


20
on a backlit stage
muted figures appear tiptoeing back and forth
then retreat


21
the condemned bandit
executed in water colour
date unknown


22
cat sculptures
free flowing contours hardened into stone
solid fur


23
with relentless enthusiasm
peach and pear trees in spring
pop up their buds


24
a pleasant anarchy
oil tubes vomit their tainted emotion onto canvas
modern abstract painting


25
a studio artist
hijacks a piece of nature to his canvas
and sells the fugitive


26
a foreclosed house
filled with emptied space and evicted presence
on the market again


27
many an American dream
ripped open at their seams and stitches
demands needle work


28
the undefeated poet
forces his muse to advance with her invasion
claims three lines of new territory


29
she follows her heart
like the blind following inner dark luminosity
with steady gaze


30
the best seller
regurgitates violence and perverted sexuality
feeding a starved readership


31
rain lets up for a while
giving the wet world a moment of change
yes, it can


32
Vincent Van Gogh
enriched by the poor and the deprived
shoots his own heart


33
the figure drawing artist
enlarges the breasts of the model on stage
a personal intervention


34
a group of beer bottles
emptied of contents by last night's gathering
wordless in solidarity


35
a Buddhist monk
picks a single blade of grass from the field
does he hear Emerson?


36
dark furrows of land
stretch as far as the eye can see
vines of growth


37
a seal of his personality
the artist spreads a layer of oil paint
then a first class stamp


38
she smiles broadly
stretching the lines over her cheekbones
a smoother expression


39
a singer laments
her smoky voice smells cigarettes and beer
a cowboy's story


40
grandpa is dozing
no one knows what dreams he now dreams
just that he is dreaming