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

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.

By Pass

 By Pass 

today is the day

when time and space  

collapse into a singularity

 

lying on the surgeon's table

etherized

getting ready for open heart surgery

 

"poetry is the shortest distance to God"

the surgeon said, while installing

a wormhole in my artery

that directly connects to the bypass

"write, cry or just being--

 

set free random thoughts that are

in search of a monkey mind

set free all the wildest birds in flight

which were hanging on the tail of a storm

stubbornly refusing to come in out of the rain"

 

"and may you catch the flu" the surgeon says,

"of eternal infection of glee and jubilation."

I have a new heart.

I Am My Own Mother, My Daughter and My Self

the entire universe is in me,

where would i go?

inward, outward, backward, forward....
i am in a perpetual swirling dervish dance.

paupers & vagabonds, kings & queens,
i have lived all ecstasy, in a dream

that lasted merely millisecond,
and i landed still on my own palm,

my fingers were petals on a lotus flower,
that was dreamed of by a whisper

a whisper that was revealed in THE POEM--
i am my own mother, my daughter and my Self.

05.29.2010wenwenlin

Murmur of the Pearl Beads

murmur of the pearl beads

murmur of the pearl beads

it’s a toad, it's a prince

It’s the thin ice,

it’s the high, the low

and the treading in between

it’s the island in the desert

and the jumping on the last car

before the train leaves the station

it’s the yes, it’s the no

it’s the eyes of a blind man

a promise to life?

it's the cocacola bottle,

falling from the sky,

a divine wonder--

or a divine joke?

it is the desert bushman, barefooted

walking to the edge of the world

to search for the sea within himself

it’s the petit apres-midi ennui

the waking up between airplane lags,

it’s the changing of hotel rooms

it’s a string of pearl beads

murmuring on the neck ……..

it’s the dream, the little betrayal

of the pillow and the sheet;

and the shedding of you and me

it’s a trap, a place to rest

it’s the stubborn shadow

it’s the rope or the snakes

it’s the kiss of a vampire prince

it’s the murmur, it’s the promise

it's the bite of the apple

from the talking trees......

a prince? a snake?

behold the rope!

the murmur, the joke

the icing on the shadow,

the little annoyance

the stones with no tears

a dream of no toads

a new open road…….

Insomnia