Friday, November 27, 2020

KuHai: 1 (a free verse 3 lines poem)

 KuHai: 1 (a free verse 3 lines poem)

(11.27.2020.wenwenlin)


sound of wind chimes
passing through the long corridor---
did you hear the flowers giggle?

(note: KuHai is a word my poetic friends Judy and Andre made up: 
simply a free verse 3 lines poem. vs. Haiku 5-7-5 strict rhythm)









Thursday, November 26, 2020

Haiku 3

 Haiku 3

11.25.2020.wenwenlin


mosquitos singing
pink lotus moors on moonlight
abstract twig painting




Friday, November 20, 2020

Book of Life

Book of Life
11.20.2020 wenwenlin

when lovers
passing each others
on the street after some long years
while with another in their arms--
there is no greater silence

between the folds of the old waves
and the new, in the ocean of the pages...

each professes in the art
of entering and departing,
chapters that are chronologically misplaced
and paragraphs that have been written, erased
and re-written and re-erased,
pages flipped, skipped, stuck together
with content still unknown
sentences half read
words with syllables mis-pronounced--

and the book of life
has already been rushed
to be published.





Haiku 2

 Haiku 2

looking back at the face

that speaks through the silent mirror

still not ready for repentance.



Haiku 1

 haiku 1

11.13.2020.wenwenlin
the wanderer dips her feet
in the ever changing river flow
the thespian without fixed roles



Inventory

 Inventory

(11.06.2020.wenwenlin)
i have:
52 teeth, 206 bones, 5 million hair,
86 billion neurons, 7 trillion nerves
and 16 personalities--
like an artful rabbit would
dig multiple holes
for earth's long winter, and
for human's hearts of labyrinth



Friday, November 6, 2020

Enchantment

 Enchantment (11.06.2020.wenwenlin)

you don't have to be fire
to burn every fence in your way,
you don't have to be the ocean
to calm all storms back to water,
you don't have to be blue ice
to be so profoundly beautiful,
pressurized from been originally snow,
and got all your oxygen
painfully squeezed out--
you just need to
keep your soft heart perennially wild
and your dampened soul perpetually drunk
from the enchantment
of everyday mundane moments.